Life had been hard for Jenny ever since the attack. She had, for the most part, lost everyone she cared for in the past few years. She now lived with her aunt and uncle who she never really knew, and she didn't care for them too much. All her other family members were "gone." She always wondered when her time would come, since she believed it was inevitable to happen to everyone, even if they did declare a cure for this disease. She was lucky enough to make it this far-anyone was.
Jenny was taking her daily walk around the area. They lived in Arkansas, out in the middle of nowhere. She enjoyed just walking out to a cliff, sitting down, and just looking around. Everything felt so empty. She had her long, black hair in a pony tail, wearing tight blue jean pants, beat up looking sandals, and a tight sleveless white shirt that showed her black bra, keeping her large breasts in place. She stared at the sun as it began to finally set, thinking her life over, all that had happened...when would it happen to everyone else?