It'd been over 5 years since Nani was last able to feel safe. It'd been two years since she'd had the pleasure of eating freshly cooked food as opposed to ancient mushy contents of whatever cans she could find. When they announced the infection, she didn't understand why people started offing themselves. She thought they were pathetic and weak. Why give up if you don't know the outcome of a situation, especially when you're healthy and strong enough to deal with whatever lies ahead? How do we know that things won't be under control in a few months? How do they know they're not throwing their lives away for nothing? We're going to make it, we've come too far as a race to be defeated. Somebody will save us. These were her thoughts initially. And then reality set in as the months passed by, then years. Things weren't going to get better. They were only going to get worse. However, she was now in charge of her own life, and she'd fight until her last breath. Alone she sat atop the mountain peak. She had a pack filled with small amounts of basic necessities, had a pistol in her hand that she wasn't afraid to use in order to survive. Nani sighed, pulling her dirty hair back into a hairband carefully as not to break it, it was the only one she had left. The young woman made a mental note to take advantage of the next stream she came across. It'd been days since she'd had a proper wash. After a few moments of making sure she was alone she was able to relax. Finally feeling a sense of security, she took a deep breath and sipped on her water.