The dead walk out of the sea in the middle of December. Skin hanging from their muscles like drapes. Muscles slowly deterating. They barely walk at all as if they are frozen by the winters air. A young couple watches from the balcany of an abandoned beachhouse. She turns to him and says "this isn't working they show be moving faster than this" he replies with a sick smirk on his face "I  know I thought I would give you a head start" "Danny what the fuck?" she gasps "every hour you waste they get faster" he says looking ahead "they will find you. They are on every beach in the world" "Why" she asks as she grabs her bag "It doesn't matter. Oh yeah and by the way only you can see them"