As the world crumbles around them the Russell family finds themselves fighting to survive. Their lives are forever shattered and they must work together to survive.
In this tale of resilience and determination, all limits are tested and the depths...
Later that day Kyllian drove Carol to their old spot on the highway. They were going to check if Sophia had made it back there. Carol didn't say much as they drove down the country roads. Neither did Kyllian. he didn't know what to talk about. They had some small talk about the farm and Carl, but once they turned onto the interstate the conversation drifted towards Sophia.
"What if she's not there?" Carol asked in a small voice.
Kyllian swallowed thickly. This was the exact question he dreaded. Once a child disappears the first eight hours were the most crucial and after twenty four hours the chance of them being alive dwindled rapidly. To make it worse, those were old world numbers.
He didn't know how the state of the world had affected those numbers. Had they shifted in her favor now that there no longer were creeps around? Kyllian thought that was wishful thinking. The monsters of the old world might be gone, but they had given place to other monsters.
"She's a tough one." He replied. "Maybe she's hauled up in a farm house."
Carol sniffled quietly. When they pulled over on the spot, silent tears rolled down her cheeks. They stood at the back of the car with the sign that told Sophia to stay, that they would come back for her. They called her name a couple of times and waited around for about half an hour.
Kyllian placed a hand on Carol's shoulder. "Let's get back. We'll come check in tomorrow again."
"Okay." She nodded meekly, voice trembling.
The drive back to the farm was even quieter than the way there. Something in the manner she carried herself had shifted. She seemed broken in another way. It took Kyllian some time before he realized that Carol had accepted that her daughter was gone.\
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Once back at the farm Kyllian landed himself another job. He practically had to beg Hershel for it. He needed to have something to do, otherwise he would go crazy. He was so bored that he started wandering around the stables and found an old broken tractor near the stables.
Herschel allowed him to try and fix it. At first he'd insisted that the thing hadn't run in a couple of years and he only kept it around for the parts. Eventually he allowed Kyllian to take a look at it. As long as he wouldn't come near the barn. Kyllian thought that was an odd ask since the tools were kept in the barn. He wasn't even allowed to pick them up. Hershel had Beth bring them by in the stables.
"Dad asked me to bring you this." Beth said as she held the tool box out to him. "Are you really going to try to fix that old tractor?"
"Ah, yes, thank you." He smiled politely as he took the tool box from her. "Could give it a spin, right? Give my hands something to do."
She crossed her arms and looked a bit sour. "Otis tried already. Poured hours into that rust bucket."
"It's not a rustbucket. It's an oldy, an oldtimer." He corrected.
