[i]Three years ago[/i]

Ash twiddled her short brown hair and stared at the computer. She had gotten into the dreaded cycle of refreshing. A few of her favourite tumblrs, Twitter, Reddit and the forums she frequented were all the tabs she had open. Yet none of them were updating. Well, some were, but there was this hashtag trending on Twitter.

"Hashtag outbreak. Well, let's see what's going on." Ash clicked on the link provided by the user. It led to YouTube. "Ugh, another viral marketing video?"

The cursor hovered over the close button of the tab as the video played. From the poor aspect ratio, it was definitely recorded on a smartphone's camera. To make things worse, the recording was shaky. She rolled her eyes a bit, but the next image drew her gaze. A man was on the floor, crawling away. He looked up at some woman, and screamed and begged.

"Don't eat me!"

The woman fell onto him anyway, and she sunk her teeth into the man's face. Ash just stared, slack-jawed. The grainy footage was hard to see through, but Ash guessed that it might have been poor special effects. The door knocked, and she sighed. Her father had come back from work, most likely.

"Coming! Stop knocking so much, dad!" she yelled. Picking up a white shirt, she slid it onto herself (her father disapproved of her walking around the house topless, but she was so flat a bra wasn't necessary) and walked to the door.

"Look, stop knocking, I'm..." As she pulled the door open, what standing there wasn't her father. It was a man. Ash would have said that it 'is' a man, but men didn't have their guts hanging out in front of them and still be standing upright. His glazed-over eyes flickered to look at Ash, and the thing roared.

Turning around, she tried to run, but the dead man's hand was faster. He grabbed onto her shirt, and tried to grab onto her. She heard a loud rip of the shirt she wore, but the momentum from his jerky grab was good enough.

"Nonono— NO!" Ash screamed. The zombie, now with a proper grab onto her, sunk his bloody teeth into her. She screamed, and the pain brought upon her by his second ironclad bite sent everything to darkness.

Minutes later, the corpse of the tomboy on the floor shook violently. With a quiet groan, Ash sat up, and slowly got to her feet. Her torn shirt slid off her body, reducing her modesty to naught, but she didn't care. Her mind, previously filled with the ambitions and dreams of an 18 year old girl, were now filled with instinctual hunger. Stumbling out of the room, her dazed zombie instincts looked up into the sky to the sound of a helicopter. Just like the mindless horde of the walking dead, she followed.

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[i]Modern Days[/i]

"No, c'mon, don't mess this up..."

Her claws held the USB cable nervously, as she gently eased it into back of the computer. A few damaged cables were scattered beside her. When Ash heard the click, she grinned.

Hopefully, the internet was still working. The power was. And if there was one thing that Ash remembered recently, there were such things called computers. As she eased up the battered office chair to the computer, she heard the sound of a vehicle. The army was here. They would usually scavenge for supplies. Food, spare parts, gasoline, and the like.

That was their way of living their life. This was her unlife. Ash looked out at the room she made. A bed (she didn't need to rest, but it felt unnatural for her room to be missing one), a mini-fridge (filled with choice cuts from the local supermarket, and a few from unlucky passers-by. The meat had already went bad by human definitions, but she kept it around. Eating helped stave off the worst effects of being a zombie.), and a computer that was already in this room. A first aid kit, stuffed to the brim with bandages (her choice of clothing today), sat beside the computer.

The windows were boarded, and the door was barred. Someone else was here earlier, but she shot herself. Ash just took over.

With a grin that showed bits of meat stuck between her teeth, she clicked on Reddit. There were certainly less users, but it was still active nonetheless. Even if humanity would still shoot to kill her at first sight, she still wanted company of some sort.