ColorsInTheAir

Death by Cliché July 20, 2050- I’ve been on the move for a few weeks now. It’s not like there’s anywhere for me to go. There is no place for me in this world, but then again, there’s no place for anyone who isn’t “infected.” I don’t like the word, but the best way to describe the cannibalistic bone eaters that have taken over the world is zombies. I am writing this so that if, by some miracle, we are able to rebuild, humanity might have a good idea of what happened. Maybe I just want to tell someone what’s going on. I haven’t spoken to a real person in years. July 21, 2050- Today I found a place to stay, a cottage near a small canal off of...