It wasn't easy living in a world full of monsters. It took a real strong person to not go insane, to stay calm, to keep your humanity.
Ren wasn't that strong.
Though she was strong enough to survive, her trust and faith in humanity was slipping with each passing day, her memory from before the zombies came was beginning to blur and she felt like she would forever be completely secluded from herself and others(when and if she ever saw another living person before). The only thing that kept her company was her Siberian husky she had gotten just as the t-virus began to spread all around the world.
"Well, Chance," Ren breathed, patting her black and white dog with brown eyes, "Why don't we call it a night?"
Chance panted, staring up at his master.
"...Home, Chance," Ren said flatly.
The dog barked, then ran off with Ren on his heels. The husky lead Ren to the outskirts of town to an abandon gas station.
It was rather small, but it had a bus full of food inside and a small helicopter on the roof just in case a bunch of zombies surrounded her home. Ren prided herself on being prepared.
Life wasn't as good as it use to be, though. Not at all. Ren use to have friends, a family, a job... Well, she still had a job. She considered killing zombies her job... But even with Chance, it got pretty lonesome.
Ren ate her meal, rest a bit, then headed out. There had to be something to do. Anything. She was bored and wanted something to do so she went to scout her city one more time before giving up and calling it a day.
"Let's go, Chance," she said to her faithful friend.
"Arf!" Went Chance.
And the two were off once again.
A/N: Okay, so this is my attempt at a RE fanfic. No flames please. ^^;
WARNINGS; This story may or may not contain OOCness...
I only own Ren and Chance.
NOTE: I changed up the last bit, just if anyone was wondering.