eerysilence

A zombie horde shuffles through a desolate town, their shuffling feet disturbing the thick fog and their bloodcurdling moans shattering the eerie silence. Despite the friendly and approachable tourist advertisement at the entrance, the town can no longer offer a welcoming atmosphere. The horde moves without any emotion, following their survival instincts as they move slowly and quietly on a ruined老 tipi. The town's main commercial street is dotted with wildly colored tents and wreaths, remnants of the Oktoberfest celebration that was cut short by the invasion of the zombies. The dark red and orange color efectively sets apart the horde from the crisp, clear snow, which only makes the scene even more eerie. It is hard not to notice the detail of the zombies' faces and their almost enigmatic expressions - a result of a life of waiting and of wanderlust. With the exception of the old houses and the ruins of the snowman, you won't find any clues of humans across the whole image - there's no one there to energize the zombies or to hint toward a upcoming Christmas celebration. The overall mood of the image is of desperate appeal and of the struggle for survival. Each face expresses their hopes and dreams for a brighter future, as the horde continues their march, fat for brushing blood and torn sinew.
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