It had been about a week now since the last time she had heard or seen her brother. The last time she saw him they were fighting over something so silly and now she had no idea if he was still even alive. At first there were only zombies and now there were hundreds possibly thousands of them. Who knows how fast it spread or where it spread to? Promises were kept that they were going to contain it but that had failed. A week ago she saw news stations that explained that people were coming back from the dead and trying to attack others. Nothing seemed to stop them not a gun shot to the chest but to the brain. The brain? What kind of human being would only die from being shot in the brain? Now she was all alone hoping to find her brother or some kind of survivor so she wouldn't have to talk to herself anymore.