Your Hell Is Home

Your

Hell

Is

Home

Eventually, people just live in their memories when they're stuck being alone. I fight to love my solitude so I can keep on smiling. I can't let anyone see my tears...

My name is Senshi and I am one of the few survivors of the apocalypse. I am all on my own fighting for survival although I don't see the point anymore. My survival means nothing if I don't find anyone else. In the five years since all this shit started, I haven't seen one live human. All of the beings that I've seen are from the hoard or the few animals I hunt for food.

I have been training my magic skills since three years before the apocalypse happened. I've been bitten one time but luckily my father taught me some alchemy before he was infected and I know how to make a cure, he also taught me how to make a healing remedy which, if drank, will allow your wounds to heal three times as fast as normal. The other thing he taught me to make was a fire-proofing potion, whatever it is poured on will become completely fire proof.

My father was a great man. He taught me everything I know although I don't know how useful it will be if I never make it out of this. My father was the greatest magic user the world has seen, he saved countless lives before he was infected but it was all for nothing because shortly after he turned into one of those flesh eating monsters, everyone he saved met the same fate...