follow him left little room to fall in any sort of order. Arms and legs are tangled with some of the less fortunate ones up to three layers of people deep. They didn’t seem too concerned though as they climbed to their feet slowly. Each as confused as the next as they stare at each other. Steve looks at his hands and touches the skin on his face.

Steve: I think it’s gone.

Dylan: What is?

Steve: The virus.

Dylan: So you’re not a zombie anymore?

Steve: I don’t think we were ever zombies kid, something else, but it feels like things have changed.

Dylan: What about everyone else? What about my mom?!