[ CW ] Write about a zombie apocalypse without using any words/phrases that relate to `` zombie '' or `` apocalypse . ''

The room was damp and cold and reeked of piss. My daughter was shivering, shaking. No heat, no electricity, no plumbing. Everything gone to shit. We'd been living off dried jerky and canned beans for week. No farmers to grow food, no truckers to move food it, no supermarkets to stock it. It was only November and the chill in the air had completely permeated the house. It was always dark, even in the day time. I always took it for granted. No heat, no electricity, no pluming. We are like animals in a zoo, and all the zookeepers are gone. She was going to die soon. From what, I do n't know. Her stool had been liquid for days now, probably a result from drinking from puddles. What the hell else where we supposed to do. Poland Spring ai n't sellin bottles anymore. I held my daughter as she drew one last rattling breath. First my son, then my wife, and now her. Those things outside do n't need to kill us. We're dying just fine on our own.
