The dawn broke the horizon bathing the dead city of Blackwall in its light. Illuminated by the light of the dawn, the shambling figures that now resided in the city were now revealed by it. Zombies, the monsters that now ruled the once vibrant city shuffled around the city streets just as they always had and would continue to do. The undead could not feel the chill in the air that had come with this new morning, could not tell the difference between the light of the morning sun and the blackness of the night before. Sensation was lost on these creatures the only thing that drove them was their animal instinct to feed on the living.

Moses inhaled the crisp morning air as he watched the sunrise from St. Walker's rooftop. He found himself doing this a lot watching the sunrise, it reminded him that they had somehow survived to see another day in this hellish world. The sound of bodies colliding against chain caused him to take his eyes from the horizon and look down to the front gate where three zombies clawed at the fence, desperately trying to get inside. He gave an annoyed sigh and fell on to his back. "I chose a horrible time to quit smoking."