The soul feels the wondering chill, as the words or song ripples bumps over your shoulder, the Enlightenment and, soul nights as the amber of your reality inside configures the spark and enlights your path, thcentreer of your creation illumination as the signature of your life folds, she was strong enough into too get through being, you see your self from. the third person, after the last few houers, a blur, but to protect your family at the end of the world, she will become who she needs, as you see in the reflection in the background, seeing from a far alight on fire. She held a bloody pipe and a splitting head each, but they can't go splitting up if they can't ever find each other what can we do, she sees her reflection, still and a little distorted. She swallowed nervously, as she held her family close, we can't split up, going to our normal life, is not wise we may never find each other, her family saw her tears and realised that just survived 9h attempting to reach the city outer suburbs, the zombies tackling them at each turn, she knew they may be they might be here together now, in this moment but may never be again, rested this was their life the first 24h of the zombie outbreak, she died her tear, her heart pounding for what might come, she said,

Let's go, we can't linger, to long, not any more the world has changed overnight. And theirs no option but to fight each moment like it is your last , and don't risk it, come now we must head for the hills, and wait out the first few weeks"


© TLTSU Samuel H Hunwick