The aroma of rotting corpses filled the streets. This city was nothing more than the epitome of living hell itself. Society had collapsed in on itself. Leaving a nation full of ruins that stood as memorials for those who had passed on. Eaten by the flesh eating demons that had literally crawled from the ground, leaving their dark crevices to feed upon the living. Families were torn, the military fell, the nation collapsed along with the rest of the world. Leaving the rest of society that was unlucky enough to survive in the wake of a nightmare come true.
Amongst the rubble was a young women. She sat nonchalantly on the base of an old statue while leaning up against a bronze horse. In her hand sat a knife, gleaming in the dawn light as the first rays found there way across the city. Giving off a distorted sort of comforting feeling for her that seemed to block out the horrors of every day life. The simple pleasures in life were truly the only thing a person could enjoy and day by day more and more of those pleasures were interrupted by the inevitable situation around her. Every day shrieks of fear and pain sounded through out the city as more survivors crept out from hiding. Unaware that there life would be cut short without the right protection. Those zombies shambled around day in and day out, always craving for more flesh. Sometimes Ariana thought to herself in her solace. Often questioning why things had turned out the way they had and what sick minded person started all this to begin with.