A safe haven we’ve traveled far to seek,

from London to Appleby,

through muddy fields and pot holed roads,

they made it,

through rivers, valleys, cities and towns,

by the skin of their teeth,

they make it,

all is not well,  safe can never mean haven,

as life can almost always mean death,

a safe haven they traveled so far, to cry in.

 

My new zombie apocalypse work in progress will feature characters who are heading across the UK. Appleby will either be the last stop, or one of the stops. The journey will start in London. It’s going to be a thrilling ride.