the zombie apocolypse that broke out a few months ago had left the earth a wasteland. the ocean bacame a safer home to humans, leaving only a few ships cruising in the water, keeping tabs on the land and monitoring the zombie situation.

josephine was the captain of her ship. broad shouldered, scarred woman who had no time to cower from what the real world had turned into. she controlled everyone on her ship and made it a place where the crew could actually live. everyone had a job, a project to fulfill, and worked together to keep the ship upright.

that was until the ship docked by an undiscovered island. well, undiscovered by both them and the zombies. josephine was the first to climb down, boots sinking into the wet sand before she stepped further onto the island. it was a small thing, definitely couldn’t hold the entire crew and keep them alive. but someone was on this island.

a woman lay in the sand, veins in her neck swollen and dark coloured. aside from her skin practically going purple, she was peaceful. she was asleep, if not dead, and had shown no signs of aggressiveness or a taste for humans. she couldn’t have been a zombie, but josephine wrapped her fingers tight around her sword and pushed the tip to the woman’s jaw, trying to wake her up.