on the road along with the rest of their former comrades. Outside their own homes for all he knew. The blonde girl with the pink lipstick smudged on her face lies a few meters away. Her eyes still opened, staring up at the sky blankly.

The retreating swarm has revealed the children’s toys that where abandoned in the street as the infection took over the neighbourhood.

A ball.

A bike.

A doll.

It has the same expression on its face as the blonde. Lifeless.

He hasn’t seen a child in a while though, not even a drone version. Something he tried not to analyse but was grateful for as he never liked dealing with