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“Grace!” your mother yells from the hallway of your family pod. “Get your butt out of bed or you're going to be late!”
“Coming...” you moan half heartedly. You've already been awake for the past 2 hours, too frozen with fear and anticipation to budge from under your green camouflage comforter. It's finally here, you think to yourself. My first day of highschool. Life is finally beginning.

Judging from the clanks and sizzles and occasional yelps of pain coming from the other room, you're guessing that your mom is attempting to make breakfast, which, in itself, is a momentous event. She's usually much too busy in her laboratory cooking up the newest batch of lifesaving serum to bother with actual food.
“Rise and Shine, soldier!” The captain of Alpha Sector military police force stands at attention in your bedroom doorway, his silhouette blocking out most of the light from the hallway. “You need to be out the door by six hundred hours.”

“Yes sir...”

You sit up and feel under your bunk for your slippers.
“Aw, don't be nervous, pumpkin. You'll do fine.” He pats you on the head as you pass him on your way to the bathroom. “Just be youself”
Surprisingly, your mom's pancakes turn out to not to be half bad as you imagined. After inhaling a stack and downing a glass of protein drink, you grab your backpack and head for the door. Along the way, you pick up your trusty .22 caliber pistol (nicknamed “Opal” after the white iridescent inset on its handle), double-checking the barrel and the safety before slipping her into the side pocket of your pack. “Well, I'm off. Wish me luck!”

“Where do you think you are going with that, young lady?” Your mom asks with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” you say. “You're actually going to send me off to school all alone with no protection?”
She stands patiently in front of you with her hand out. She's late for work but she looks like she could wait there all day. As far as moms go, yours is alright, although she's a atickler for the rules and the sector law says that the only weapon children under 18 are allowed to carry in public is a crowbar.
After your mom staring at you for what seemed an hour you relucantly hand over Opal and she hands you your crowbar. It's painted green and spans the length of your forearm> and it's way too boring to have a nick name.
“Now”, your mom adopts her motherly tone. “I know school can be cliquey. But don't limit yourself to one group of friends. You're pretty, you're smart and you're athletic, so it's not fair to restrict yourself to a single label. Be nice to everyone, and try not to give in to peer pressure”
“God, Mom,” you groan. “You sound like one of those lame parenting specials you and Dad are always watching on the T.V.”

You dad laughs as he hands your mom her briefcase. “Well, those good old days, on the surface.”

This year is 2076 AD which is popularly also termed as 17 A.Z.E. It's been 17 years since the beginning of the worldwide HV pandemic. HV stands for Homo Vapous, the scientific name for the living deads. But they go by many other names as well such as - bags, Zombies, un-Ds, fectos (the low-level infected who still have a chance of recovery), 15s (the worst of the worst – Level 15 infection), and many more.

Before the HVs wiped out most of the world's population, a small handful of lucky survivors were able to find safety underground. At last count, 72,641 Americans, 8045 Japanese, 301,406 South Asian (India, China and Myanmar) occupied highly equipped underground military bunkers situated in their countries. Americans occupied the 12 bunkers built below Seattle sometime in the early 2050s. You sector, Alpha is somewhere beneath what used to be Tucson. The government had plans to expand farther underneath the enitre country to create a safe haven in the event of a major terrorist event, such as nuclear fallout or bioterrorism. But no one expected that these plans would be interrupted by something straight out of an old Zombie movie.

Your mother was 5 months pregnant with your brother when you, she and your father entered Alpha sector. Thanks to their medical and military background, they'd been recruited soon after the infection was discovered simultaneously in Shanghai, Mumbai, London, Osaka, Congo, NYC and Houston.
You were born in NYC (and remembered very little of when you were on the surface) and you have spent the rest of your 16 years of life safely tucked away in its residential zone.

According to sector law, all children below 16 years must be homeschooled, either by tutors or various sector sponsored Internet sites. After that, everyone is required to attend public sector high school for 3 more years. The best and brightest student enter either the political, militrical or medical fields. The average citizen might accept teaching, janitorial, or service positions. But the rest have only one options for earing a living. That is – marry someone in the first two categories and start a family and then earn food vouchers by volunteering for medical experiments.

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