Z, 16 years of age, is living on her own in a small shack she found a year ago. Ever since the outbreak began 3 years ago, she has been without any immediate family. Fending for herself and her pack cat, Otis.
OTIS! I'm heading out. Let's go find something to eat, all we have left are those pesky rats!
Quit complaining. It makes it easier to track footprints.
I hate the rain..
Otis discovers footprints, he tracks down the rabbit and Z follows. When he finds it, he pounces and bites it's neck, Z comes over and pulls out her knife. They take their prey home.
They begin to hear rusting in the bushes behind them and realize they are not alone. Z stands up, knife in hand and begins to attack the braindead visitors. Otis climbs up the tree, knowing he is incapable of helping very much.
They walk home with their food, wary of the other creatures lurking nearby as the sunlight fades quickly. Relieved they survived another day, yet upset they have to go out in the wilderness once again to repeat this day all over again.
One day we'll get out of this place and live the way we used to.