the empty faces half covered with darting fearful glances the walking dead just not quite aware yet roaming the decimated aisles where canned goods once sat

he drives down the once busy road seeing the sign that states the next four turns go to the mall but no one is going to the mall just the grocery store

he is so tired of being tired in a world that seems dedicated to grinding his weary bones to dust to blow along the highway like a dust devil of good intentions