FOUNDATION

It all started 12 years ago. I was 3 years old at the time so I don't remember much of that horrific event. However, I do remember some of it. I lived in an old 2 story house with my mom. It was a normal Monday morning in New York city, and my mom was getting ready to drop me off at daycare and go to work. My mom was standing in front of a mirror tying her hair up in a bun and putting makeup on in the master bathroom. She was humming to the classical music playing from her phone, and I was sitting on her bedroom floor, playing with toy cars. I remember my mom driving me to daycare. It was an ugly, yellow building, with worn out paintings of cartoon characters on the front and sides. A person from the daycare opens the car door, and I step out. MY mom kisses me goodbye and drives off. And that was the last time I ever saw her.

I get to the daycare, and all of the employees are panicking. Some of the other children are crying and screaming, and I'm being nudged into a different room with about 10 other kids by the employees. Sirens sounded, and the 12 of us, 11 toddlers and infants, and one terrified adult, sat there for hours. Almost 24 hours later, there's a loud bang on the door. The exhausted daycare employee's eyes light up, as they rush to the door. The employee pulls open the door, and screams. A young man that looked to be about 25 years old, with dark hair and light eyes, was standing at the door, sweat spilling from every pore on his body, as he tightly grips his right arm. His arm was a disgusting shade of green and brown, the skin old and falling apart. The shocked daycare employee screams and falls onto the carpet floor. Next thing I remember, that same man picks me up and runs out of the daycare, as I hear the bloodcurdling screams of the dying city around me.

It's been 12 years since the apocalypse started. Hi. My name is Caramel Garcia. Or just 'Mel' for short. I have medium length light brown hair, pale skin, and amber eyes. I'm 15 as of the year 2066. I'm a loner that lives in an abandoned office building. "Why does a 15 year old live alone in an office building," You ask? That's because I'm living in a literal nightmare. A zombie apocalypse has been going on for more than a decade, and I'm not sure if there are any living humans left in this undead hell. I'm pretty sure everyone in New York City has been zombified, or whatever it's called. I have no information about my family or anywhere else in the world, because there hasn't been electricity in the city for well, over 10 years. It's always overcast in this city, and I have no idea why. Sometimes it rains, sometimes it snows, but there's never any sunlight. It's like a big gray hand has blotted out the sun, never to be seen again. I gaze down at the NYC streets from a broken window. Out of boredom, I start counting the zombies stumbling like drunks wandering the streets. "One, two, twenty-eight...." I mutter.

The mindless beings fill up every street to the brim, thousands of them roam aimlessly, searching for any human to feast on. The zombifacation process is gory and brutal, but I’ll go into detail about that later. Right now, all I can do is sit in the dark break room of the office, and hope for a better day tomorrow. This is just your average day in the Apocalypse of 2066.