Basilisk Creek, Dragon City.
"I wonder how many days have already passed. It's...it's something i can't even manage to understand how did happened. How many days have i've been eating anything i could find in the kitchen? For how long will i survive?" Those were the toughts of a young woman, Breeze Kusanagi.
Luckily, she didn't got infected during the early stages of the outbreak. Or, maybe, she wasn't so lucky. All she did was return to home from school; something that turned into a living hell during that day, during the "Z Day", as she called it inspired by a book that she liked a lot; of course, after surviving hiding like a rat in her room and blocked the door with several furniture items, she was getting almost insane.
She had survived feeding on potato chips, soda, cookies, canned food and whatever she could grab from the kitchen. Of course, after several days, all that were left were a few cans of beans, toadstools and ham. Her water supply was almost empty and of course, she would be already dead if it wasn't for the bathroom her father installed next to the room last year. After all she went through, after she finally started to see life as something wonderful, all the world ended in the most hideous way. Fortunately for her, Basilisk Creek was one of the areas that still had electrical power; so she kept her laptop turned on for hours, searching for other survivors.
Everyday, she looked at her contacts' list, only to see if someone else had survived.
No other was alive. Her friends, family, people she knew...all of them were dead.
During the nights, she wasn't able to sleep with ease. Always alert, always keeping one eye open...ready to fight against the infected. Breeze was almost insane, hearing sounds that didn't existed and seeing shadows that weren't even there. She always kept the curtains closed, lights off and windows closed; just like if no one wasn't there.
From time to time, she started to cry, thinking about how much she loved her family. How much she hated that the world ended.
"Please, God. Kill me...please, don't let me be one of those things." That was her deepest wish. All that she wanted was to die in peace. Not keep wandering through the world as one of the living dead. All those people were reanimated, walking through the Earth as shambling, rotting husks. Shades of what they used to be.
Among things she kept as valuable, was a 15 cm. kitchen knife. Sharp, shiny. The best knife money could buy.
A few months ago, Breeze's mother used the knife to chop meat. Since the infection seized control of the Empire, the knife got useless for its main purpose. No more meat, all was rotten and decaying in the bottom of the refrigerator. No, now it was used as a survival tool, as something Breeze could use if the moment came. It wouldn't be useful as a weapon against the infected, that was for sure.
It would be used as a last resort.
One quick cut through the wrists, and it would be all over. No infection. Not being eaten. No afterlife.