That’s the strange part. The zombies exist—she’s seen the old footage, the shaky phone videos from the first week. But here, in this town of 400 souls, the dead never rose. The living simply… left. Or stayed inside until their food ran out, then walked away toward the rumored safe zones. Clara stayed.
But on the floor, just inside the entrance, lies a single daisy. Fresh. Root still damp. zombie free movies
Last night, she found a handprint on the glass of the fire exit. Small. Deliberate. Pressed from the outside. That’s the strange part
She checked the perimeter. No footprints. No blood. Just the print, fingers slightly spread, as if someone had leaned there to rest a moment before moving on. The living simply… left
No zombies. No monsters. Just the slow, creeping certainty that she is not as alone as she thought—and that whatever left the flower doesn't need to bite to make her heart stop.