Zombies By The Bay-Memories

As I sat on the western side of the island,I was dazzled by the sparkling of the sun off of the windshields of the cars on the Golden Gate bridge.It gave the illusion of movement on a busy workday morning. Those cars had not moved in over a year and a half. Not since the war between humans and zombies.

I was awaiting the other members of the foraging team. It was time for us to go into San Francisco to bring back food and medical supplies.The wind was right for us to take the small sailing boats out and maybe this time we would find some suivivors. A green flare had been released from suvivors the that were encamped on Angel Island last night, to signal us that the docks were clear of zombies and it was time to hunt.

We on Acaltraz Island were fewer in number, but we were harder and deadlier than those on Angel Island. We had a power plant to provide lighting and we were protected by our location. After all no one had ever escaped from Alcatraz nor could anyone or anything get to us.