My head is pounding, muffling the sound of moaning corpses from my occupied mind. My vision blurry, distracting my thoughts of Lori, Carl and My brother's whereabouts. My lack of exercise seems to be mocking me as my knotted stomach, weak knees and aching thighs slow me down and my right foot dodges a straggler's hand. This is how it's going to be now isn't it? This is how my life is going to play out, being chased. Day in, day out. Just running, barely escaping corpse's bony hands and bloody bodies as they reach for the human Happy Meal of which they desire. And one day they're going to win. Those...corpses, are the reason that I never got to live a life. I never got to go out and explore the world. I never got to experience life as it was, I never fell in love. Love. There was no chance it could still blossom in the pits of a collapsing world that now belongs to the dead... Could it?