ZME1

Prologue

We were just teenagers living our not-so-perfect life 4 months ago. Now, we're murders. Survivors? We do what we have to do to survive this bloodbath.

It all started with an unknown virus which they call "Zme1" that had appeared 2 years ago. It's a virus that drives people's minds crazy, ending up with people killing each other. Weird huh?

The virus is spread through direct contact with an infected person's respiratory droplets, generated through coughing and sneezing. Individuals can also get invested by touching virus-infested surfaces and then touching their faces, such as their eyes, nose, and mouth... There's also an airborne transmission, in which the disease is spread through the air across time and distance through small particulates.

What's strange is, the government still allowed us to go out. At least our community and the others. Our society seems safe. Not too small, not too big. Just about right. No one is allowed to go in and out of Palm. That's what this community is called.

Raven Summers. That's me. A 15-year-old teenage girl living an everyday life until the virus outbreak. We had to stay in lockdown ever since the Zme1 had come out and had to do distance learning instead of actually going to school and work. Boring. Fun at the same time. We get to sleep in class without anyone having to notice, eat food, or even video call with your friends behind the scenes until your teacher asks you to turn your camera on. Sucks for you. The good thing is, we were still allowed to go out, stay up late at night, share tea with everyone, or even sneak out at 3 am in the morning to meet up with our friends. With safety precautions, of course. Wearing masks and keeping a distance from each other.

Like that would work. But who cares. It's not like we'd die anyway. Right?