Lifeless playground

I sat under the tree's shadow at a park, reading my new novel (World War Z). As I read some pages of instant gradfication from the words, I started to think of this park becoming isolated and abonded from a potential biological or nuclear attack. For a second there, I felt like Sarah Conor -- the scene from Terminator 2 -- looking at kids play when suddenly an nuke explodes. But my daydream was a little different. I sat there, visualizing park dark, and eerie, and only walking dead prowled the grass and dirt. The kids laughing and screaming were replaced by growls, and moans. It only took me a second to appreciate this small area of the city, where children/people come to spend thy're recreational time.

I continued to read more of my novel. I continued to wonder not only the park becoming isolated, but the walking dead's isolated -- whats left of it -- they're brain/memory. Could it be possible for the walking dead to remember this pace of importance? I saw a father playing with they're children, frolicking on the grass and on the playground. I visualized them as walking dead also frolicking on playground lifeless, and maybe joyless. But the more that I thought of it, I started to think, being alive in a park is no different than being in the park dead. It may, or may not be, that the walking dead come to places that was important for them when they were alive.

I continue to read...