Winter

I look out my window to see white little flecks stuck together, no two the same, but all as cold as can be. I wonder if they ever just wished they had one other person like them, who was just there for support or company. I live in Sin City, the city of the apocalypse. When it started these continents or big islands started to pop up and the land we lived on at the time started to become infected. It started out as human undead, but slowly animals and plants became zombies or mutated, killing the others who weren't infected or infecting them slowly transforming them into zombies. I was far from the safe zones so it took me a while to get to one, I just wish I was in one from the beginning, because if I was then I wouldn't be the poor person living in a small, almost closet like, apartment with no life or friends to rely on.