February 21st 2037. I might be the only survivor. Stuck in an ever-lasting desert, I don't have any choice but to stay here looking for non-existent supplies. I'm thirsty, I need water and I'm extremely tired. All of this because of that ridiculous bombing. Why?
She closed her palm sized diary and shoved it back into the left pocket of her leather jacket, as the young female got into her rusty barely functioning car, driving towards destiny. The whole planet was nearly deserted, and barely any humans were alive that she knew about. But the world was crawling of other creatures, that shouldn't even be considered alive. Anything with a heart, a brain and that can properly articulate words that are somewhat comprehensible, is what she would call ''alive''. Not those disgusting and repulsive aliens. They weren't exactly terrestrial, even if she called them aliens, she wished they were. She really did.
It was a night to remember. Alexanne was sleeping near the campfire she made, so those ''things'' wouldn't approach her during her sleep. She was abruptly awoken when she heard a high pitch scream, like a child's. A survivor? She thought and hoped as she ran towards the sound that drove her to a mysterious convenience store. One that she has never seen before. She ran inside where there were around ten zombies moaning and walking around. Was it possible... In the middle of all of those monsters,a child? A breathing, alive and conscious child capable of yelling so loud?
There was no time to lose, Alex ran back to her car and took out a flamethrower, with barely any gas left. She kept it in case of emergencies and wouldn't use it unless she had to. It was her only weapon for self defense. She ran back in turning it on, burning all the zombies to the ground. She searched the place entirely, making sure she didn't overlook anything. She then noticed a young child, roughly ten years old of age. The little girl looked perfectly healthy, with a few cuts on her arms and face, sitting at the far back corner of the room, trembling. The young woman quickly paced towards her and picked her up without hesitation. She then ran back to her camping spot, with the child's arms around her neck, before more packs of monsters would find their way to the general area of the scream.