It was five-thirty in the morning and a young brunette’s emerald, green eyes were open. Her eye lids hung tiredly as if sandbags were weighing them down. She was never able to get much sleep these days. The female's body was still and laying on the cold hard floor. The thin sheet that covered her body engulfed her whole and wrapped around her thin figure. She was laying on her back, eyes staring into the decaying ceiling. Finally, when the female couldn't stand the silence anymore, she ripped the sheet off of her and struggled to get up off of the uncomfortable stone floor. Slowly, she pulled herself up on her feet and rubbed her eyes with her hands. A small yawn escaped and passed her cherry stained lips. It was too early to be up.

Three months ago, the world fell apart. People started dropping like flies, filling the streets and buildings with the smell of death and decay. When it first started, Olive, the young brunette, was in a busy street on the way to work and trying to worm her way through a crowd. The busy life of the New York City just entangled everyone, minds lost in business and pleasure. That was until a loud scream filled the street. People's heads turned and searched from where the sound came from. Olive looked over at the person standing next to her and noticed he was gripping his throat tightly. He was choking and trying to take in deep breaths of air, his chest heaving. It was only a matter of seconds until crimson started pouring out his mouth, draining down his neck and dripping on the asphalt. Reaching over, Olive grabbed his shoulder and shook him. "Someone help!!" She screamed, spitting out the words. The male fell to his knees and keeled over on his back, a horrifying look set on his face. His eyes looked as if they were going to pop out their sockets. Then finally, his arms fell to his sides, lifelessly.

Olive slowly backed away from the body, terrified. Lifting her head up, her eyes caught glimpse of a few others dropping to their knees and trying to reach for help. Though no one had the chance to react. By the time people started running away or pulling out their cellphones to call the police, their throats started ripping apart from the inside out. The sound of screams and cars wrecking into street signs or other vehicles filled the air until it all ceased. The world was silent, aside from wrecked cars settling and small fires crackling from engines. Only one person remained standing in the middle of corpses and that was Olive. A pretty, young female with beautiful porcelain like skin. Tears were pouring from her eyes, her hands shaking with fear. Reaching up, she grabbed her throat half expecting it to start tearing apart, but nothing happened. She stood in the cold, polluted, NYC air shocked and frightened.

That was three months ago and now, Olive was surviving on her own. Looting stores for food and avoiding the dead. Yes, the dead. They weren't just laying on the hard pavement anymore. Their bodies seemed to reanimate after a few days and one by one, they got up and stumbled about. Their movements had no purpose and no direction, but if they saw a live human they seemed to get angry. Almost as if they were jealous of the life still left in the being. They would chase that live being down until they caught it and sunk it's decaying, black teeth into it's flesh and ate away. If they somehow managed to escape that, after being bitten, you didn't have much time anyways. They virus would take over your brain and body until nothing was left but the urge to eat and eat human flesh.

After Olive slipped on some black cargo pants, she reached down and grabbed a bag full of food, water and a gun. In the waist line of her pants and in her left boot, she always carried a knife for extra protection. She tossed the bag on her shoulder and walked towards the nearest exit, peaking through a small crack in the door. Luckily, there weren't too many bodies wandering around. Maybe three or four of them out in the open and in the shadows of the early morning, she couldn't quite tell. Pulling the door open, it squeaked with age, bodies slowly turning towards the sound. Olive had to think fast. As the dead started acknowledging her presence, the female dashed off behind another building, contorting her body with the shadows. She moved swiftly over wreckage and carcasses that littered the alley ways and streets.

After ten minutes of straight running and avoiding sight of the watch, Olive found her way to a dead ridden, convenient store. She quickly opened and closed the door behind her, locking it tightly with the bolt. Turning around, the brunette came face to face with a creature. It's skin was hanging off it's face and green was oozing from open sores. Her eyes scanned the remains of it's ghastly face. It's jaw was left ajar, maggots crawling and consuming it's dead skin. A repulsive smell smothered Olive making her gag, bile slowly rising in her throat. The dead quickly reacted to her sound and grabbed onto her arm, pulling her close to it. It's grip was rather tight for a decaying corpse. The brunette shoved it off with a forceful push, her hands sinking in the rib cage area. A black goo covered her hands as the cold, green flesh engulfed her push. Stepping back, Olive looked at her hands with disgust before shaking the black, lumpy liquid off. Residue was still left on her hands, but she had to get a weapon quick.

Olive reached a hand behind her back and whipped out a knife, flipping it open. The body rose to it's feet and lurched at her with a hungry look in it's black, piercing eyes. The female immediately reacted, stabbing the knife in it's temple. It's hands stopped grabbing and the rough growls ceased. The empty body fell to the floor, inert. Taking in a deep breath, Olive wiped beads of sweat from her forehead and ripped the knife from it's skull. She wiped the guts off on her pants before closing the knife once again and slipping it in her waist line. "Jesus.." She whispered to herself. Biting her lip, she thought about the things she needed to get by and went to search for them. She searched through cabinets, shelves, and tin cans that were covering the floor; any preserved food would do. At least until she could settle down in a safe environment and grow her own food. After going through all the items and picking out the good food, Olive sat down on the floor and opened a can of baked beans. She decided on eating first, then getting the hell out of that convenient store to a safer location.