Prologue

It didn't take much time for hell to take over the surface of the world. All it took was a few hours for sickness to take hold and kill off most of the human race. Only a very few of us that was lucky enough to be immune are left to struggle to survive in a world ruled over by the dead. That was the problem with that sickness. The dead didn't stay dead. Within a few minutes of the deaths, they were back on their feet and hunting down anyone who was immune.

I could never have even imagined my life would end up like this the day I woke up, and the sickness took hold two years ago. I was just an ordinary sixteen-year-old girl back then, wanting to sleep in instead of going to school and dreading my upcoming math test. I mean, what sixteen-year-old would ever imagine they would grow up to be someone who scavenges the ruins of the dead world and must constantly put a bullet through the brains of the infected. I don't know about you, but I would have called anyone with such dreams crazy back then myself.

But that crazy dream is my life now. Day by day, building by building. I scavenge and move on. I shoot and move on. This is my life now. I must kill to survive and never stop moving, or a horde will overwhelm me. I meet people every now and then. Some are friendly, and we trade supplies and information, but others are not so kind. Let us just say I have blood that isn't infected on my hands. I don't like it, but this is my life now. This is the life every surviving human must live now.

My father once told me, "We must adapt with the times, or we will be left behind," At first, I only took it as business advice for my family's café. Still, now I know it means so much more than that. I have seen countless people die because they couldn't adapt to this world. Some people couldn't kill, those who trusted too much, and then those idiots that tried to settle down in one place. Those guys didn't last long once a horde found them. I had nearly killed once myself when I stopped by to trade supplies, and hundreds of infected broke down the wall they had built. I learned my lesson that day that to survive, I must stay on the move.

So this is my life now. I never stay in one place for too long and don't trust others. It is just me by myself in this world of the dead struggling to survive. I have long given up on that foolishness that things will get better one day. So day by day. Building by building. I scavenge and move on. I shoot and move on. This is my life now, and I will be dammed if I let some human or infected end it.