Life After the Apocalypse

The year is 2189, humans have forgotten about the United States of America. They have forgotten about all countries. Where war and terrorism was feared, we now fear starvation and infection. A strain of a fungus that zombified ants has evolved into a new, more deadly form, one that will make us too, zombies.

That was a century and a half ago.

Today's humans live in groups, traveling around the countryside while staying away from cities where the hordes are biggest. Some decide to hunker down for a season or two, while others decide to stay in an area for years.

My parent's group had hunkered down sometime ago in an old, fully stocked warehouse.

My name is Sabrina, and sixteen years ago, this is where my story began

(credit to the creator of the picture)