Grey-matted, with eyes half-closed, they wander. Aimless meanderings, not really searching. From town to town, each one closed down, they venture with ear half-alert to other signs of life. Odd, but now usual, silence screams forth, occasionally broken by beast. And feet trudge, shuffling through dust-blown particles of life.
Cataclysmic, apocalyptic haze pervades and shrouds in mist the fallen, undead and wandering. Distorted reality now a nightmare dream, endured by only some few.
A yellow light flickers in distant hill and direction alters to face some sign of life. Endurance, a candle burns. Feet rise to greet the haven and hearts beat stronger now. Grey turns lighter, till brighter and white, clothed in dawn’s new hope.