WHEN THE DEAD COME KNOCKING

Normal girl in not such normal world.
My name is Beatrice, but everyone calls me Tric or should I say those that are left.
About 2 years ago, world as we know it went to hell and left only those of us who are strong or fast enough to survive to fend for ourselves in unforgiving terrain and of course the breathers as we lovingly call them, but many call them by different names. Either way, fact stands...they want to eat us and aren't technically alive.
Every day is a struggle to survive whether it is the breathers or humans, makes no difference, both want you dead for either food or your possessions.