Ruins and Death
Rain fell and fell, death reeked in the air that night.
New York. Once a bustling city, tourists and locals moving about in the concrete jungle. Lost in the winding streets and oceans of people pushing across, cars going up and down the city from Point A. to Point B. It was the city that never slept. Day or Night, lights littered the towering buildings and people bustled about. But it is no more. . .
Staggering bodies littered the streets in place of tourists. Rotten bodies moving like drunks, mindless and lost in the jumble of the once great city. Cars lined the streets, unmoved for months and broken down. It was hell on earth with the walking dead. Death was in the air as the virus infected what's left of the living. Compared to what the typical movies show, the city wasn't post-apocalyptic looking nor was it jam packed with the bastards of the dead.
A single shot erupted like thunder, echoing off the towering city walls. A gasping moan left the now dead-dead body of what used to be a woman. The head was shot with a single bullet, ripped apart by the left side. Another shot rang out as the new bullet tore into the brain, killing what was the last living thing in the being. Zombies, still living beings taken over by a virus hijacking the brain; it fed off the brain and caused the human to become "brain-dead". The victims, or hosts, were manipulated by these viral infections. The virus needed nourishment... by decomposing the body they inhabited, it would eventually need fresh meat such as the living.
