Hey, my name is Zayna. I'm a zombie girl living in a destroyed cityscape. My outfit is tattered and raggedy with monochrome reds and blacks that fit perfectly with my dark gothic aesthetic. You might notice my peeling skin and exposed bones, as well as the crumbling skyscrapers surrounding me.
Gleaming red eyes stare back at you from behind my ragged hair. My hair is long and unkempt, and sometimes I feel like it's trying to escape from my head. You might also notice graveyard silhouettes in the distance or flickering streetlights that cast an eerie glow over everything around me.
The moon is a distant sight but still manages to illuminate the night sky, casting shadows everywhere. The clouds overhead are threatening and dark, but I'm used to it by now. It's just another day in my world.
Crows often startle when they see me, their feathers puffed up as if they were trying to fly away from something terrifying. But they always come back, drawn to the abandoned apocalyptic vehicle that I call home.
Shattered glass is everywhere, but it's just another part of my world. The wall graffiti nearby is sinister and dark, with messages written in red paint. It seems like everyone wants a piece of me. But I don't mind. I'm used to it by now.
The wind whips debris around me as I stand here, waiting for something to happen. But it never does. This is my life, and I'm okay with that. It may not be the most conventional one, but it's mine. And I wouldn't have it any other way.