As I surveyed the occluded landscape of fallow fields, my eyes passed over the shadowy outlines of a few barren, winter robbed trees and here and there, rows of leafless shrubs; there were fading lines of fences, fallen and unmended in places, and one looming silhouette out in the distance, some leaning structure, a forgotten barn no doubt. Open country, I saw no other forms, either living or dead, shuffling over this damned world, though I hadn’t seen this one until the very last moment.
Damned fog, I thought to myself, and, glancing at my rundown automobile, added, damned car.
Tale Told 