My life was a mess before the world went to shit, so when humanity was exiled from the face of the earth, it didn't surprise me. Why should it? My life made no sense before the world ended, so why should it all of a sudden change? Why should the dead walking around change anything? Because we as humans expect the dead to stay in their coffins or remain as scattered ashes? Just because we are living we expect to be of greater importance than the deceased. I am Zelda, and I got lucky when everybody else lost it all.

I lost everything. Everything. Family, friends, they're all gone. The world is just... empty now. I get that life can take an unexpected turn, but I never knew that it be this bad. I felt alone. Nothing mattered. There was no reason for me to live... ... Until she came.