On the out skirts of town the air was crisp. The morning light seemed to defy
the mood of the world. Houses lay silent as if no one ever lived there, no steam
from there tops, no noise from the desolate buildings. Noisily the groans of the
un-dead filled the air with fear, as birds took off at the morbid sound. Blood
spattered walls acted as a signal as if it spelt “it happened here too”. There
was little sign of resistance. Make shift weapons lie down with their…
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