My lips are blue. There's a scar on my neck. My hands are covered in red and the blood's pouring down into the sink. Blinking slowly, I look up to my reflection, past the smears of red that I accidentally got on the mirror, to the shadows under my eyes, the translucent white of my skin. Wow, the apocalypse really changed me. I'd never have thought blue lips could look cute before.All Rights Reserved