Relaxing in the Bunker

Just before sunset yesterday, it appeared the horde of undead had meandered from my bunker to investigate an old slot machine that had rolled down into a gully. I took the opportunity to sneak out and take a picture of a beautiful desert sunset, still green from the alien vapors that have turned my species into immortal brain feeding machines.

Copyright 2013 Cram.

Later on I got out my pastels out and drew a picture of a girl I remembered before the Apocalypse began. I think her name was Rita.