I follow the sound of the buzzing in my head and the miles seem to drift past. Like I’m in a dream. Around me the dead stumble about and it feels strange to walk amongst them and they don’t snap and claw at me. It feels right somehow, and yet I’ve always known to fear them.
I don’t know what I’m going to find at the end of this journey, but my dreams tell me it is something to do with that woman, and the deader baby.
I’m scared, but a little bit interested to find out what this all means.