Prologue
There’s nothing left for me in this house that I once called home. What was once a warm habitat became cold and barren, with my presence as the only indication that someone still lived here.
It had been 8 months since the zombie outbreak hit. We are now approaching summer, welcoming humidity and heat against my better judgement as the smell of rotting corpses permeate the air more prominently due to it.
Surprisingly enough, it didn’t take me long to adapt and learn how to survive. I don’t like people in the first place and tend to avoid them at all costs, and I think that helped. Call me an introverted little shit for that, why don’t you.
Before the outbreak, I was this twenty-something year old focusing on online class and Valorant. More so on the latter, but hey, I’d like to think it’d help me when I get the chance to obtain a gun in this godforsaken subdivision I’m currently in.
My pantry, kitchen cabinets, and fridge were always filled to the brim even before shit hit the fan. It immensely helped me a lot food-wise, since I don’t cook that much. I thanked my maid profusely for that one.
Such a shame I had to end her because she got bit when she got here.
But now, my food supply had already been depleted, I’m already on my last can of tuna, and damn it to God, I barely have any rice left. And you know what happens when Asians don’t have their rice.
They get angry, I get angry.
I’m Unity Cherish Joy Alcock.
And I am anything but.
