Until day breaks

So much of this year has seemed like endless winter. Or a twilight that can’t quite break into dawn.

I’ve often wondered what goes through the mind of a character in a zombie story years after the outbreak began. What keeps them going when it seems as though there is little hope for the future?

I haven’t gone beyond my mailbox since April. Haven’t entered a store since March. There hasn’t seemed a point on a day when it was an option. I don’t know that there is one.

Today is the first F...