Nights Living Death

Emptiness is here, and a deathly silence. You walk the streets, searching for some sign of life. Then suddenly, you hear in the dimming twilight – the sound of a hawk accentuating this world’s strange new reality. You see a figure at last – approaching. A small child! Her mouth seems too red. Too wet! You want to help her, but as she staggers closer, you see a face far from mild! Contorted, it’s inhuman. You feel inside your gut the need to flee. Other forms in shadows now appear. Instinctively you know they are beings with no soul. Dead eyes will haunt your dreams; you will live your life in fear of the walking dead. Strange sickness has consumed them whole. Human kindness you must find; night’s living death is here!