As I walk along with my band of acquaintances I think back to life before the apocalypse. Before it became every man, women, and child for themselves.
The days when you could step outside your house and not fear that the next person or thing you encounter would end your existence.
Now we are constantly on the move, constantly on alert. We fight for our survival and struggle to find sustenance.
You ban together because there is safety in numbers but you never let your guard down. People are people, even in this world.
We are always on the look out for that one place that we could set up a new life. A life so different from our old ones without all the comforts of a real home.
As we walk we often encounter the dead ones. The ones who are constantly on the prowl for their next meal.
During most of these encounters we can over take them and put an end to their miserable afterlife. But, there have been close calls and even some casualties.
There are times when you wonder if it would just be easier to succumb to the dead. And then you remember, life, even this one, is better than being dead.
That you are a fighter and will go down as such. The apocalypse is a terrible end but perhaps on the horizon is a new beginning.