Ever since this whole thing started, I've been completely alone. I didn't mind it, though. I liked my personal space, peace, and quiet. I was known around my school, but I wouldn't say I was hugely popular. Living in Angola, popularity was not really in the school, in fact, it had nothing to do with school. It was more about who were your friends outside of school. Some more popular than others but they still were elites. And I was part of that elite. I knew some people in the popular world and some knew me.

Most people knew me as the black, energetic, short girl who danced at parties. But anyways, I don't talk much about the old world. There is no point in doing that, it's gone, humankind is on the verge of extinction, a new world order has been made and those who are alive, well, survive. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second, survive. Things have gone downhill since the beginning of this catastrophe, and it's pretty obvious it's not going to get any easier as everyone who dies now becomes one of the undead. I call them walkers like in the TV show The Walking Dead. Like I mentioned before I'm alone, sitting on my balcony appreciating the quiet I have around me. And yes I said balcony. I'm still living in my house. I was home alone when all this happened. I was asleep and the whole condominium evacuated. It's the biggest one in my country so imagine that. Thousands of people left, and I stayed behind. When I tuned into the news channel they were talking about it being the Halenzia virus, but I saw the footage, and I already knew better. I waited and waited for my parents and my siblings to come back, but they never did, I had hoped they came back, but it soon died. How long has it been that I lost hope, you ask? It's been six months. I live in Talatona it's where some of the city's "nobility" lived. I haven't left the area since and I wouldn't dare. This damned city has twelve million people, well had anyways. Now they have twelve million walkers. I thanked my parents so much for teaching me how to drive at an early age and my dad for teaching me how to shoot and for having guns and ammo around the house because he was a war general when he was younger and became obsessed with security.

Anyhow, I've been alone for six months—this started in April 2017, so it's now September of the same year—and I've been surviving just fine. Having watched all the episodes of The Walking Dead and reading many books about this specific apocalypse has helped me a lot. To pass the time I go through all the houses to find things I find essential and extra food. I've been to the mall, not at the beginning of this catastrophe of course—it would be filled with all sorts of walkers—but after, to also find important things, distractions, and food at the supermarket they have there. I had to learn how to operate the gas machines to fuel all the cars I have at home plus some extra gas and diesel containers for the power generator- power outages being a usual thing in Luanda, it was as normal as rain. So it didn't take long for the electricity to go. It is the same thing with the water. Luckily I have two giant water tanks that do me just fine. I save the generator I have at home as a backup, so I use the big one in the condominium.

I'm about to go out to the mall for my usual scavenging.

On the way, I saw the usual, empty streets with a couple of walkers wondering around or trying to chase my car. I generally take my car that my dad gave me for my 15th but something just told me to take a bigger car, so I went for the Hummer 3. I had other big cars, but the Hummer felt very apocalyptic, and I was feeling like so.

I made my typical way to the mall not knowing what I would find there...