It was just another day, but not a good one. The streets were overrun with zombie like mutations, the buildings around both abandoned and crumbling.

It’s been like this ever since the apocalypse started 5 years ago, when you were still human, and not one of the undead monsters that roamed the streets. You were pregnant right when the apocalypse started, close to going into labor when a zombie bit you, so with all your might, in hopes to save your unborn child, you force yourself to give labor against a cold concrete wall in a secluded area, preventing your child from dying as the mutation takes over your tired body.

Now, your skin is an almost light, muted shade of periwinkle, your mouth mutated in what looks like only teeth, causing your speech to be incoherent frequently, and your eyes black and yellow, the one thing that differentiates you from the other mindless undead out there.

That was 5 years ago, and now, you live in a somewhat clean apartment, taking care of your little son, while being a zombie.