#tfoai

If there was one thing the idol didn't expect, it was to have her life ended like this. Initially, she hadn't even considered the possibility of her own death at all. Immortality, forever-young pop sensation dreams would always cloud her teenage-esque mind at the mere thought of the word. Surely someone with her popularity and her fame could never stoop so low to become a bag of meat left on the sidewalk in a world that could be considered a zombie apocalypse.

But, of course, the world isn't rose-coloured. The harsh truth of the present would always return to stab a human in the back, to prove to them that happiness and fortune are mere aspects that can easily be erased from time itself. That was the world previously, and how the world was now. The only difference was a change of scenery.

Upon leaving what she initially thought was the pinnacle of her despair and misfortune, she had only run into the true definition of hell. Instead of the busy city of lights, she was left with collapsed buildings and parks of fire. Her immediate thought was to check the studio where she had last seen her band members, only to find skeletons in costume. It was then that her heart had truly broken under the pressure of this disease called 'despair'.

It was her own mistake to leave the studio. It took one shaking step to leave the entrance, another to be stabbed on sight. She hadn't anticipated an ambush, after all. Blood pooled from her chest, the young survivor's only instinct to fall to the ground and to pretend her imminent death had already taken her away from the land of the living. If you could even call this nation that anymore.

In roughly thirty seconds, her attacker had left. In another thirty seconds, she heard footsteps dragging along the scattered gravel of the potholed road. Her eyes had closed to concentrate on her breathing, her initial thought of the newcomer being her attacker to finish her off.

Oh, how she hoped they were there to finish her off...