The apocalypse started in 2325.
Now it was 2330, and five years of blood, ruins, and flesh-eating creatures had turned the world into a graveyard.
Yet somehow, she was still alive.
Alone.
She survived with stolen canned food, dumb luck, and dramatic arguments with herself in abandoned stores. She looked almost unreal - soft features, calm eyes, and a face too angelic for a dying world. People would have mistaken her for a goddess if she didn't trip over broken chairs every other hour.
Careless, funny, and strangely wise, she carried secrets even she didn't understand.
Because while others turned after one bite-
She never did.
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