Numbered Days

"Will things ever return to normal?"

I vividly remember my younger sister asking me that. It's been a few weeks since the world has turned into this hellish place to live. My sister and I venture out into the twilight scavenging for supplies to keep on living I don't see any of them wandering about but I certainly hear...them moaning and groaning staggering over garbage cans like a drunken fool trying to find his way home. Life is not what it should be anymore I see lightposts throughout the streets flicker on and off if any poor soul is trapped out here at night I deeply feel for them as terrifying creatures beyond what the human mind can comprehend lurk in the shadows. The streets smell of decay and rotting flesh and that's when I ponder two questions in my head. How many of my days are numbered and...

"Will things ever return to normal..?"