The Police Belle and The Survivors

Broken down cars cluttered the forsaken streets in disarray. Human corpses could be seen everywhere, most of them chewed down to remaining skeletons.

Rotten zombies strolled aimlessly.

Out of nowhere – Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

A few shadows sprinted from the far end of the road. The first one was a young man in black sports attire with a distant look; he was dashing yet did not look to be the least bit panting.

Two girls followed him. One looked seven or eight years old; supple-skinned and innocent, she was wearing a pair of black plastic glasses without lenses that she prodded occasionally. Another girl was sixteen or seventeen and was dressed unusually extravagant. She donned an European-styled black dress and a black veil that covered the upper half of her face, exposing only her perfectly delicate fair chin; the full black skirt covered her legs but when chiffon wind blew revealed her snow-white ankles, it was a beauty to behold.