50% dead, 100% screwed. Her story resembles that of a really, really messed up fairy tale. She was locked away by her father when the virus first hit, never to be seen again. Fast forward 3 years, and she's nearly run out of food, not to mention water. Who would have thought that instead of a knight in shining armor coming to her rescue, she would get a shy boy with black hair and an unusual name... Wake up sweetheart, and meet the apocalypse!

||Indefinitely Suspended|| "I don't trust you, I don't trust any of them either," I whispered, hearing myself admit my own thoughts out loud. "You have to try. You can't stay strong forever," he replied, head hung, sulking towards the door. "Why try when being detached saves the heart pain?" I questioned, earning a glance from over his shoulder. "Because death is the only thing that's a certainty now. If you don't live while you can, you're wasting your time," and with that, I was left with my mental war-zone. Mental bombs firing and lacerating any safety I'd fooled myself with. I had to try. He was right.

You just keep running with him bey your side