They had arrived to their location with a heavy reliance on stealth. Moving through the city at a calculated, yet slow pace. A pace so slow that it rivaled the dead that surrounded them.

The sea of the dead. The sea that surrounded them and consumed the world in its entirety. Shuffling into one another, tearing into the world of the living with their jaws, oblivious to the carnage they’d succumbed too.

Cade and Jung had arrived to their location, untouched, unthreatened and radiating with confidence. It was at this point that Cade separated onto a path of his own, he needed scrap parts from the car yard to repair his vehicle.

He had made his way through the yard, navigating with precision, he found what he thrived for, under a tunnel of skeletal cars…

And that’s when one fell on him.

It wasn’t quite a fatal fall, not an immediate one, but a fatal fall nonetheless. He had no clue as to how it happened, the car itself didn’t harm him. It was a metallic rod at the bottom, one that fatally stabbed him in the abdomen, pinning him to the canvas.

It didn’t make sense. But here he was, lying on his back, consumed by a pain of excruciating proportions. Sooner than later, the dead would smell his blood, they’d find their way to him and devour him. And even if he bled out, he’d become one of them.

That was inevitable.

Cade thought about his life. It was all he could do in his closing moments. He thought about his failures, he passed by his regrets, and he savored his victories. He had led a good life, even when the world came to an end.

In the distance, he could hear the dead as they approached. Their snaps and snarls, the shuffling as they closed in on their next meal. He could feel his life as it slipped through his fingers like the grains of fine sand.

For this he was grateful.

Cade closed his eyes and took his final breath. Relishing his final moments as he became another ripple amongst The Sea of the Dead