[ IP ] Brave New World

He starts, slowly, gently, ringing out in the dead silence. Softly, so softly but building, ever so slowly he builds his melodious song. The birds fall quiet and the rodents stop their skittering. The crescendo comes and abruptly the end. He lowers his violin, bows, the audience goes wild. But there is no audience, not with a brain, only the man eaters. The scavengers are bad enough but the others, completely lost since the fall. 
 
 The boy has vague memories of stories of zombies and that seems to be as good a name as any he heard before the fall but when they catch you they don ’ t just eat the brain, they don ’ t turn you, you give them the strength to catch their next prey. It didn ’ t have a starting point just everywhere at once. The fallen ones are always hunting for you. 
 
 There was an audience after all. The fallen have found him now. Too much noise. He knew it was too much but the music wouldn ’ t wait. His fingers itched for the song inside him until he couldn ’ t hold it in any longer. Leaving the violin would have been better but what else was there from before the fall. What other piece of his grandfather. 
 
 He hid so well. So many others he saw run down or fighting to the bitter end. Nobody made it. Now will be the end for him as well. But they heard his song. 

