The sky was grey. Meredith shielded her eyes from drizzle that was falling softly on dusty earth and searched the horizon for any sign of movement. The grass poking through the holes in her shoes was dry. Her arm was in a sling. It had been two hundred and twenty-eight days since the spread of The Infection and one hundred and three since she had seen another human being – one hundred and fifteen since she had seen another human...
over 3 years ago