Hi, my name is Sarah and I'm a survivor of the zombie apocalypse. It's been 6 months since it all started and I've been on the run ever since. I used to work as an office manager but now I'm just trying to stay alive. My backstory isn't pretty, but I'm doing everything in my power to make it through this.
As I was running from the zombies, they were chasing me relentlessly. I could feel their breath on my neck as they tried to bite me. It was terrifying, but I had to keep moving if I wanted to survive. The flames from the burning buildings were so hot that they singed my hair and skin. But I kept going, ignoring the pain and focusing only on making it to safety.
When I finally made it to a nearby farm, I was relieved but also scared. I didn't know if anyone would be there or if the zombies had already taken over. But when I saw that it was empty, I knew that I had to make it my new home. I started by gathering supplies and stockpiling them for future use.
The first few weeks were tough, but I eventually found a routine that worked for me. I woke up early every morning and went out to scavenge for food and water. Then I would come back to the farm and try to make it as comfortable as possible. It wasn't much, but it was mine.
As time went on, I started to meet other survivors who were also struggling to make it through this nightmare. We formed a small community and worked together to stay alive. We shared our resources and looked out for each other. It wasn't easy, but we managed to hold onto our humanity in the face of such horror.
Now, six months later, I'm still alive and I've never felt more grateful for it. Every day is a struggle, but I know that I can make it through as long as I keep fighting.