Count The Blessings...

  A wave of the undead roamed into the city like beachgoers during spring break. This was a natural disaster of the apocalypse. One hint of your scent that the undead catch will bring hundreds of them on top of you.
  Many of them had their wounds that they were served by former living beings. Some of their wounds were the causes of their transformations.
   Although, I haven't seen another living person in a few weeks, but there was never a lack of the undead. Every building, around every corner, throughout each city, there was always more undead freaks to evade and fear. One of these days, I won't be able to escape their grasp. I'm just counting my blessing until that day comes.