The End

I dashed out of the building, the essence of death still lingering on my skin. I needed to find her, I needed to know she was okay. My breathing increased rapidly as I looked for the exit, without it I was a goner. The footsteps chasing me became louder by the second and I knew that if I couldn't make it out of this building, I wouldn't make it out alive. Stumbling out into the sunlight, the risen dead that had been chasing me receded back to its dark nest, hissing as the pure light hit its decaying skin. The sun was in full view, it was most likely noon right about now, and I have felt the most safe I could be in days. A storm hit the city a couple of days ago, spreading the putrid stench of rotting corpses for miles in every direction, and covering the sun for far too long. I was about to close my eyes and give myself a moment of peace to absorb the sun when I realized she was standing about 5 feet in front of me. Her eyes clenched shut, her palm facing the sun as she blindly reached for the one object that provides everyone safety.

She was reaching towards hope, towards survival, towards the future. Most of all, she was reaching towards tomorrow.