Macabre

When I was very young I believed that one day I would meet the love of my life and live a life like in fairytales. Sometimes it was hard to really say it was love being with someone, other times it was natural. But I wanted to find the real one true love, that person that can make you smile without words or look into your eyes and see what's inside. That person you think about the most before you fall asleep and lucky enough to even dream of, come morning they're the first thing on your mind. I used to think that it was just fantasy but I never lost hope. When love is real you can feel it and there are no words that can describe it.

But it's been a long time since then. I've been heading north for so long in search of survivors and safety from the undead that roam aimlessly in the empty streets. Could there ever really be a safe place in a world that wasn't stable to begin with? Working a dead end job selling people crap they don't need, coming home to a messy apartment, never having company or food to eat. She was always there though... I don't know if she made it out of town safely. If I hadn't taken pictures of her I'd have forgotten how beautiful Annabel was.