My name is Zayna, and I am a fierce eighteen-year-old woman in the postapocalyptic landscape. I'm determined to survive this harsh world, no matter what it takes. After the nuclear apocalypse, the only thing that matters is to stay alive.
I wear a spiky leather jacket with patchwork pants and dusty boots. My hands are protected by hand wraps, and I always wear goggles on my forehead to protect my eyes from the harsh sunlight. A bandana around my neck keeps the dust out of my lungs, and a tattered cape gives me some much-needed protection against the scorching heat.
I've been through hell and back since the apocalypse hit. I've seen death and destruction everywhere I look, but I refuse to give up. Life in this world is a constant struggle for survival, but I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty. I'll do whatever it takes to keep myself alive.
My backstory is one of tragedy and triumph. My family was among the first to perish during the initial outbreak. But somehow, I managed to survive. I had to learn quickly how to defend myself against raiders and mutants alike. It wasn't easy, but through trial and error, I learned what it takes to thrive in this harsh environment.
Despite all the challenges I've faced, I never lost hope. I always believed that there was a better life waiting for me on the other side of the apocalypse. And now, after years of struggling, I'm finally close to finding it.
My name is Zayna, and I am a survivor.