Remember when the sun used to shine bright? When it brought a smile to your face on those easy spring mornings and paltry summer evenings? I miss those days. Now darkness covers the land and sky in noticeable dread. When will it be me, when does my life come to an end like so many others before me? Until then, I mourn the souls of the walking dead. We aren’t going to make it, annihilation is only a matter of time and it’ll be by our own hands.