Day dawned slowly upon the shadowrealm of the city. The sun was at best a thin, pale gray, barely enough to light the sky, much less bring any warmth. But then again, nothing in the city particularly cared what the temperature outside was anymore. Undead roamed the streets with shambling steps, seeking out any life they could consume. Some even attacked each other, the unfortunate weaker beings lost the tenuous grip on unlife as their brethren overwhelmed and murdered them, only to find their flesh unpalatable and leaving it for the few living crows to pick at.

There was the smallest bit of purposeful movement on the roads this morning, however. A large truck rumbled through the cluttered streets, dodging the abandoned cars and other refuse as nimbly as a machine it's size could. It was clear that something of at least human intelligence was driving the truck, for it did dodge all obstacles instead of plowing through as some zombies did when they acquired the use of a car. Some part of their decomposed brain remembered what a car was for and how to start it and make it go, but steering and avoiding things was beyond them. They usually crashed into another car or building and managed to extract their even more badly damaged bodies from the wreckage to continue their listless shambling.

The truck rumbled slowly through the streets, it's owner only visible as a silhouette through the dirty windows. It slowed in front of what had once been a high school, engine idling loudly in the deathly quiet streets. The heavy driver's side door screeched open and the driver slid down from the seat before unnecessarily locking and closing it. He stepped around the front of the truck and examined the grill. Setlic had no care for the zombies that happened to step into his path as he drove down the roads, and had managed to weld two large sheets of heavy sheet metal in a large cattle-catcher wedge on the front of the truck with slits to allow air to the engine for this reason. But even with the wedge to sweep the corpses to the side, sometimes a limb or two lodged in the aeration slits and thus he had to stop and pull them out.

This grim task done, he turned his one working eye toward the school in front of him, then to the treasured pump-action shotgun hung from the gunrack across the top of the rear window of the truck. Being one of the undead himself, the zombies weren't attracted to Setlic as he preformed his own kind of shambling about, and his supply of shells was dwindling... he decided against taking the weapon in. Humans had clearly long-since fled this section of city, so he needn't worry about them either. He disliked killing what he considered an endangered species on this planet, but because he was a zombie in effect, they had no qualms about taking away his second chance at life. By showing them he knew what a gun was for and could work it properly, Setlic usually scared them off before they could do any damage.

Wrapping the dark cloak closer to shut out the cold breeze he didn't really feel, Setlic mounted the steps and began to climb. "Let's see how much of this place the zombies have wrecked." The front entrance yawed open like a toothless mouth, a solitary bulb lighting the doorway with it's feeble glow. "So there's still electricity..." That wouldn't last long. Some energy-producing plants continued to run in the absence of human care, but something would foul and before long, this city would fall into darkness too.

He stepped cautiously through the door