Hello, my name is Zayna. I'm a 18-year-old girl who was born and raised in the city that has been destroyed by a zombie apocalypse. My parents died during the initial outbreak, but I managed to survive thanks to my quick thinking and resourcefulness. After the chaos subsided, I joined a group of raiders who helped me scavenge for supplies and protect me from roaming zombies.
I spent most of my life in tattered clothes, trying to blend in with the ruined landscape around me. My skin has been peeling off due to the harsh conditions, but I try not to let it bother me too much. The only color that seems to fit this world is red and black, which are the primary colors of my gothic aesthetic.
I've become adept at surviving in this post-apocalyptic world, even though it has taken a toll on me mentally and physically. My eyes have turned into a gleaming red color due to the constant exposure to the harsh elements. My hair is ragged and unkempt, but I still try to keep myself presentable despite the circumstances.
The cityscape around me is crumbling, with skyscrapers peeling off their facades like dead skin. The only light that shines through are the flickering street lamps that seem to be holding on by a thread. The clouds above me are threatening and foreboding, casting an ominous shadow over everything below them.
I've seen my fair share of horrors in this world, from crow-filled graveyards to abandoned vehicles rusted with time. The walls around me are covered in sinister graffiti that seems to be calling out to me. The wind whips debris around me as if trying to knock me off my feet, while ghostly apparitions seem to follow me everywhere I go.
Despite all of this, I refuse to give up and let the apocalypse win. I'm determined to survive in this world and make it out alive, one day at a time.