My eyes opened to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing. I yawn and stretch as I slowly got up from bed. It's been 10 years since the plague broke out, reanimating the dead. We called them the infected. Once you've been bit you were screwed. Within 2 days you became one of them, searching, hungry for flesh. I walked into the broken down bathroom and fixed up my beautiful, white hair, wrapping it into a ponytail. Dirt was all of my face, I sighed and turned on the facet, droplets of water ran down the sink. I cupped my hands and placed them under the water, then splashed what little I had of it on my face. It was a new day today.