Bleeding walkers roamed around the truck on the road. Carcasses of cows lay rotting in the field. "Dead" would probably be the best way to describe the scene. Even though the area was rid of most signs of a continuing civilization, there still was a living human. From far away, you wouldn't notice it, but she lived in the barn. Grey hair, a light skin and a small posture didn't live up to it, but her name meant "From the forest". Her name was Xylia. It was dark inside of the barn. Jealous of her old life, she looked at the faded polaroid in her right hand. "Kabul 1974, a summer to remember" it said on the bottom. Laying in the hay, she nearly dozed off. "My god, stay focused!" she thought, though she wasn't sure whether it was her thought or that of one of them. "Now is the moment, it must be timed right." Over in the corner, there still was some canned food left. Peas, pasta, sweet corn, it all was there. Quite a lot of it was unopened. Random empty cans lay on the ground. Sometimes, there would be a scream from outside. They didn't startle her anymore, she got used to the sound of the undead eating each other. Undead. Val once referred to the zombies like that, and she'd been calling them that ever since. White light from outside reflected in the barrel of the gun in her left hand. Xylia wondered, was she actually going to do it? "Yes," she thought, "I have to do it if I want rest. Zaza would have done it too."

A clear mind without foreign voices was all she wanted, and now, after all this time, she was at peace.

^{The Z sentence was kinda cheap but I couldn't think of anything else >.<}