ChiakiChama

“All those exaggerated zombie apocalypse movies I used to watch as a kid are becoming reality.” I murmured to myself as I observed all the people scurrying their way through the crowd. They moved on with their everyday routine as usual, not a single one wearing a smile.  All of them infected to the core, but I’m not talking about a zombie-outbreak as a physical disease, but rather a state of mind. I eventually laid my eyes on a filthy man sitting across the street; with more holes in his clothes than a fishing-net. I had seen him before, and when he didn’t occupy himself with digging for recyclable cans, he was usuall