Salt - A Zombie Apocalypse Fiction

When I visited, her eyes were as cold as the winter. Her skin, pale as chalk. Her mourns belonged to hell and beyond. "We think it's some sort of virus. A couple of these cases have already been reported in the south" The man in white touched the straps around the woman who created me, to make sure they were secure. I looked at my dad holding his big warm palm over his mouth. "We call it the Z-virus".

Amelia is a tough girl stuck in a tougher apocalypse. Every day seems like a fight and her, and her group is slowly losing it. The only thing that seems to give her hope is the people close to her and the ones she'll meet on the way to a safer place. Man, eating man is beginning to have a new meaning.