she was zoned out, staring at the fields ahead, machete clutched. What more was there to focus on? The future is in front of us, after all. She stared to the ground, then at the sky. But for what? To see her son once more? The one who died early on when the dead started walking? The more she seemed to think the tighter the grip on her weapon got. She sighed as she looked ahead..

“..nothings new..” she muttered as she put her machete in its holster