Public beach:
   10am on a Tuesday.

It's peaceful --
   Peaceful in a depressing
      Sort of way.

It's desolate.
   There are gulls and crabs,
      But not a human in sight.

It's like the scene in which
    A solitary survivor --
       Having endured 
       Disease,
       Starvation,
       Outlaws, 
          &
        Zombies 
        While crossing the 
        Continent on foot --
    Realizes he has reached 
            The end of the line, &
        The rumored sanctuary 
            Does not exist...

But at least the view is nice,
    And -- for the moment --
    It's Zombie free.