Electricity is still on, so streetlights shine into the night,and every now and then I hear radio static amidst the endless silence. I haven't spoken for days,and my lips are dry and cracked.But where are the corpses? There are cars and beds and cookers awaiting owners who did not leave much in the way of mortal remains, just small piles of ash that somehow hold more terror than any rotting corpse or skeleton. I must find a place for the night, the darkness is longer the realm of man.
A house in the suburbs,decayed but usable. Ignore the remains of the family car,tis only a skeletal reminder of what it once was. Ashpiles are scraped into one room that I dare not enter afterwards.Sleep is uneasy but accomplished eventually.  

The morn. Breakfast is tinned goods,any tinned goods, and then head on.The inner city is always worse than the industrial estates,I think, because a deserted town...it brings the fear far more than a dead factory.All the gaudy SALE NOW ON! signs still hold out in the hope of attracting customers. Broken glass is everywhere,and I don't look down when my shoes crush the shards.A mannequin lies strewn on the ground,it's dress ripped and torn, looking for all the world like a rape victim waiting patiently for help, any kind of help,something to prove that someone cares. I cross the street to avoid having to step over it.

My destination is afore me: a husk of a shopping mall. Consumer heaven,if you can stand the dead air that gives shops and stalls a graveyard ambience. Stepping through the tomb-shops of the dead, I resolve to be done here as soon as I can. I walk into the first place, looking for medical supplies. Pills are scattered across the floor,and medicinal brews stain the carpet at various points. I find some bandages and feel ill at the stench of a dead dog.It's deathmusk infests my nostrils and I must leave,I don't care about the other stuff anymore.

This city is too dangerous,I should've realized.The vines,the vines are everywhere,wrapping themselves around first the sewerpipes,the gas pipes,the abandoned cars, the sheds, the homes, then the foundations of the bigger buildings, the bridges,the skyscrapers...I've seen them topple,the connection to the ground pulled apart by inquisitive tendrils,the building dies in a spectacular manner...and then you see some shopping malls where the insides have been gutted, a gaping chasm where the floor once was...sometimes the streets outside too, the pavements that remain balconies to the sewage vines that pull down more every day...it's all collapsing on itself, and I must somehow survive.