Zombie

Heavy feet dragged aimlessly, leaving furrows on the forest ground. A rug of dry leaves, cumulated for years bygone was the last rest of those fallen during the Last Century War. Amidst rotten corpses riddled with fat worms, he walked. Between those scattered on the floor and him, the only difference was that the virus streaming through his frayed veins kept him moving, yet not alive.

66 words! Not bad.