one last countdown

You learned to survive when the hoards started walking, when the dead bodies started to twitch and groan. By no means did anyone ever assume that their words would fall victim to any kind of virus, let alone an apocalyptic one that forced a body to move and dance like a rotted out puppet. People learned to cut strings. People learned to run. People learned to survive.Some learned nothing at all.Wei Ying had been a child when the whole thing started, but he had not died as one. He had grown stronger, grown better, and despite the rustling of every bloodied foot in the near-empty streets of Yiling, he did not want to move on.(or: an apocalyptic world sets the stage for a post-apocalyptic group made of young people, a child, and a patriarch who cannot tell dead from living.)