City of the Undead

I survived three days in a city where the dead don't stay dead. The streets smell

like rot and gasoline. Every shadow hides something that used to be human. I watched a zombie

tear through a car window with its bare hands like it was paper. The fog rolls in

every evening and that's when they get active. I found shelter in an old pharmacy

but I can hear them scratching at the walls. Their moans echo between the buildings

mixing with distant sirens that nobody's coming to answer. Yesterday I saw one standing perfectly

still just staring at where I was hiding. They're learning. The sun's going down again and I'm

running out of places to hide. If you're watching this I'm probably already one of them.