Maizie Fagan

The Dead Are Walking, And The Living Are Few Maizie Fagan

I cock my head, trying to catch the noises. The constant sounds of moans, of hunger and pain. I relax slightly when I hear it. In a strange way, it is comforting to hear Them, to know nothing has happened, and nothing is wrong. That They haven't come in yet. In a way, it is oddly sobering to know that 'yet', is accurate in this situation. That I am living on borrowed time. In a world where the dead are on the hunt, and safety is non-existent, Dakota Tomahawk knows nothing good exists anymore. All there is anymore is terror, and the endless struggle to keep her sister and herself alive. But she knows that their limited time is ending very soon. When they finally decide to risk it all, to try to live if only for a few seconds, they find there is more to the world then they thought there was.