FERAL
Sometimes the world doesn't need another hero, sometimes what it needs is a monster
Prologue
Life had not always been this way. It had been good, moral, and decent despite certain events that happened around the world. And for the most part, life had its ups and downs but always became balanced after a while. The outbreak had ultimately caused the world to be knocked off its axis, causing the rest of the survivors to hold on and hope that it would stop sooner or later.
And when it did not, they had to be their own hero. Or monster.
They did unspeakable things to survive. They became their own worst enemies when it came to survival. They had to become monsters to have the promise of tomorrow. It had all boiled down to one question. What lengths would you go in order to survive?
The morals of every single individual flew away in the wind, leaving a stripped down, bare and hungry shell of a person. The hunger to make it just one more day weighed heavily on their shoulders, knowing they would have to go to those lengths in order to beat the world. And sometimes you had to lose yourself to truly discover who you are.
Violet was one of them.