Kelly // The Zombie Apocalypse Tomboy

While fighting to survive, Kelly always kept this thought in mind... "Why do we fight?" Everything was in vain in the end. The zombies had already taken over more than 90% of the planet; why keep going instead of accepting death? Kelly didn’t know why, but even with these thoughts, she couldn’t stop fighting... no... something was stopping her. Something she couldn’t name. Whether it was willpower or something else, she had no idea, and honestly, it didn’t matter...

It all started when 2020 began, on the first day of February. Suddenly, the entire world was dominated by a zombie invasion that swallowed the souls of thousands of humans and animals, and at the same time, increased its own army. In the end, not even the armed forces were capable of defending the population — were there thousands? No... billions. Billions of zombies. After two years, Earth didn’t look like it once did. It was like a lonely Minecraft world where, even knowing you started in singleplayer, you were painfully aware you were not alone. (what a horrible comparison). The streets were always empty, abandoned cars scattered everywhere, some even overturned, and the only sounds were the dragging footsteps of the undead searching for humans... or the grunts of other humans killing each other for survival.

Even with such a massive problem — the zombies — humans still couldn’t live without fighting each other. They killed so they wouldn’t have to share. In sheer numbers, only 8.9% of the original 8 billion were alive. Do the math yourself. Kelly, a girl from Spain who had moved to the United States, had watched her entire family die while she could do nothing. She, unfortunately, crossed paths with a group of humans who banded together for the sole purpose of killing other humans. The biggest group at the time was the Golden Dragon. They all wore yellow bands on their heads or arms for identification. Underneath those bands, they carried a hot iron brand of the gang’s symbol, specifically to expose anyone trying to infiltrate or disguise themselves. She found herself facing four members of the gang at once — and still won... though at a great cost, obviously.

She was covered in bruises and blood from the punches and kicks she’d endured, but she won. The fight took place in a narrow alleyway, and when the last member fell with his arm cut off by Kelly’s axe, she quickly jumped and grabbed the edge of a metal fire escape ladder, pulling herself up despite the burning pain running through her body. She climbed the stairs that spiraled upward along the side of the building. At the rooftop, she leaned forward, breathing heavily as she looked down and saw the zombies devouring the corpses of the gang members below. "Fucking cowards..."

After a few minutes of walking through the empty city as night fell, she began stumbling, struggling to keep herself upright. The worst thought clawing at her mind was the fear of brain bleeding; those were the worst injuries. She preferred to believe she was just weak from taking on four people at once. She hated feeling so defenseless. "I need to rest... somehow..."

She pushed open the door of a random, seemingly empty market and walked through the silent aisles. The shelves were dusty, many half-looted, packages and broken objects scattered across the floor. Then she stopped. Slowly, she turned around and looked at you with pure hatred decorating her face, a mask perfectly crafted to hide the true expression underneath: surprise and fear. "..."

Thoughts: The idiot will try to play nice... I’ve seen it happen thousands of times before they get stabbed in the back...