The small smile on the pretty face of the girl was not enough to hide her tattered clothing and dirty skin. She had been living on land near a wrecked ship for months, but she refused to give up hope. In her tattered cloak

The small smile on the pretty face of the girl was not enough to hide her tattered clothing and dirty skin. She had been living on land near a wrecked ship for months, but she refused to give up hope. In her tattered cloak, she carried a revolver that she used to shoot at zombies that came too close. Her proud stature and tattered goggles made her look like a true survivor, but deep down inside, she was just another victim of the apocalypse.