100/100 -12-

The spring rains had ended, and the forest of the Great Valley bloomed. Coyotes wandered, stalking the peacocks as they made their mating calls. Palms grew with conifers, and fresh flowering plants grew through the cracks in the vast grids of asphalt. Vines covered the towers as swallows made their nests. Wild sage grew upon the hills facing the valley, as bobcat mothers taught their kittens to hunt. All around the Great Valley, Nature was at peace.

And with a grunt and a groan, the last zombie in the world collapsed from starvation at the corner of Hollywood and Vine.