▐ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿.
𝐨𝐨𝐨．𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌．
❝ 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦
𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 ❞
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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᴀᴜʀᴏʀᴀ ɢʀɪᴍᴇs,
world comes to an end and is now
ruled b...
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( 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘦 )
My eyes hurt. I cursed at who I assume was my mom who left the tent cover wide open. The bright morning sun shone right in my eyes causing me a very rude awaking. This was probably mom's way of waking me up without actually waking me up herself. She use to do this back home. She would walk in my room, open the blinds then walk straight out ignoring my protests for a sleep in. I could imagine her smirk as she walks from the room feeling triumphant in awaking me. It probably caused her a good laugh or two.
Oh what I would give to see her laugh. Not the fake laugh she does from time to time but the real one. The one only one of dad's crappy jokes could draw out of her.
I pushed up on my elbow, placing the palms of my hands on the soft material of my sleeping bag, pulling myself into a sitting position. Both mom and Carl were gone. I had no way of telling what time it was but by the way the sun was I could guess around mid morning, sometime around ten.
I leaned over to where my mid size navy blue worn out backpack sat. I reached into the open section to pull out my hair brush. My hair sat in the now lose braid mom had done the night before. She hadn't braid my hair since I was twelve. But ever since arriving here it's been a thing she's taken to doing every night. I didn't question it though. Normally I would but I could tell it was something mom wanted... no needed. It was one of the only constants she had I guess.
I pulled the small elastic that sat at the bottom of the braid and began to undo my hair. Using the brush, I pulled my hair, brushing out my blonde locks that now had small waves due to the braid. I placed the hairbrush back in my bag and grabbed dad's sheriffs jacket which sat on top of my sleeping bag.
When I emerged from the tent I immediately caught sight of mom sitting in the middle of our make shift camp. She sat on one of the few crates that were placed around a fireplace Shane and a few others had built when we first arrived. She was staring into the fire and I could see her hand running alone the ring that hung around her neck.
"Morning mom."
Her head turned and she gave me a tried smile. I knew she wasn't sleeping well. None of us were. But seeing those bags under her eyes always made my heart tug. I walked the rest of the way and sat myself down next to mom's left leg. She still smiled and I felt her hand cup my cheek giving it a gentle rub.
