Moonlight came through the gaps in the ruined buildings in thin silver pools, casting long, jagged shadows that stretched across the cracked pavement like fingers trying to claw their way out of the dark. They were the kind of shadows that seemed to shift and lengthen when you weren't looking directly at them, alive in a way that made the back of my neck prickle.
Infected were everywhere.
Hundreds of them, pale and perfectly motionless, scattered across the open spaces and along the sidewalks as if some unseen hand had arranged them there and then walked away. Some leaned against rusted, skeletal cars, their bodies slumped at unnatural angles. Others stood frozen in doorways, heads tilted slightly, mouths hanging open just enough to show blackened teeth and dried tongues.
