The dreadful virus took over before the hand of humanity could grasp the door knob to escape. The loss of sanity and the stench of rotten flesh lingered heavily in the air. For those in which had been fortunate enough not to lose their lives against those that were once human now face the unfortunate task of surviving day to day. No one knows that better than nineteen year old Stalsha. In her hands does she not only have to fend for her own life and necessities, but her clan in which she never intended on having.