The dead at been held at bay. Rust wouldn’t scare them off. No one had in ages received a tetanus shot. What was the point.
A local circular wedged into the gate. who was going to bother to read it. The streets were vacant. The eyes bloodied. Screams frequently rising from the earth. There was no safe haven. This wasn’t a post-apocalyptic world.
This is today; deep in the burrows of our collective consciousness. What did Jung have to say about it all? The dead are now our longstanding archetypes. The conscious with the unconscious married and hiding.