Dependent on technology for so long, when the phones went dead we all tried to access the internet, but our computers were as inactive as our mobiles.
Some stood looking at the blank screens unable to comprehend that something they had relied upon for so many years was nothing more than a lump of plastic.
We had no choice but to return to the old ways before technology, then came the sickness.
The undead shamble in vast rotting herds, driven by the need to feed, attacking on sight, they don’t think.
We run, we survive.