Samantha

Samantha had been avoiding school when the epidemic occurred, locking her self away with delivery and movies. When it became clear that the so called epidemic was an outbreak the likes of which none had ever seen, she boarded up her place, and watched the city ignite.

Young and beautiful, with an athletic body, and perky breasts, she had the world in the palm of her hand. Despite her silky black hair, and her piercing blue eyes, her directionlessness had proven to be a problem in college.

Now her major was a moot point, and the only class she needed to ace was going to be survival. Being an army brat, her father had entrusted her with a pistol to defend her self. One pistol, one extra clip, didn?t seem like it would be enough to fend off countless zombies.

Still, she wasn?t going to be able to survive in her boarded up apartment anymore. She was out of food, and out of time. It was time to go, the only question was how best to escape this nightmare.

Dressed in black jeans, black tennis shoes, and a tight t shirt, she wasn?t sure if the color would help her hide from the zombies or not. Slipping the extra clip into her back pocket, she chambered a round in her pistol, and glanced in the mirror one last time.

Her hair was in a pony tail, leaving her neck bare, it was a look she enjoyed, hell she looked good. Was it wrong to be glad she looked good one last time before she was likely killed by raving infecties?