lil' miss birdy greene wasn't meant for this world.
the blood, the gore, the violence, it just wasn't her
even the weak can survive
but the strong thrive
[season 2- ]
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ALBERTA 'BIRDY' GREENE DESPERATELY TRIED TO BE A CITY GIRL.
Her golden blonde hair was always styled, makeup painted gently onto the smooth skin of her face. Her outfits were always meticulously chosen, paired with the right heels and the right accessories.
She was the first in her family to go to college. The first to get out of that small farm town and try to make a name for herself.
It wasn't what she wanted, not really. But when her parents first saw the large packet in the mail from the top college in the state, Birdy didn't want to be the one to wipe the proud looks on their faces.
So she molded herself into the perfect college student. During the week, she studied hard, only leaving the library to go to classes or to eat and sleep.
But on weekends, she'd put on little skirts and false lashes before going to the club. She'd drink her Saturday away before resetting to that little city girl nerd by Monday.
She was everything that little farm girl wasn't. She was extroverted, a book worm, a city girl.
It wasn't her. She longed to wear her jeans and cowgirl boots again. To ride her horse into the woods, hearing nothing but the trotting and snorting of her horse.
The city was too loud.
Birdy missed living a mile away from her cousins, visiting everyday by horse and hiding out in the barn, gossiping about those in their small town and in their even smaller high school.
Now she only gets to see them at Thanksgiving and Christmas. And all they wanted to talk about was her life in the big city of Atlanta, Georgia.
She missed her mom's home cooked meals. The vegetables they would gather from the garden, the fruit trees in their orchard, the fresh milk they would get from the cows.
She yearned for her old life back, but she knew she couldn't go back. A day didn't go by where Birdy didn't regret applying to Georgia State, just because her high school boyfriend applied. He broke up with her after she got in and he didn't.
Oh, young love.
But then, by some weird act of fate, or God, the world turned upside down. To the point where Birdy was forced to abandon her life as a college student, as a city girl.
Birdy Greene had just gotten home from her last class of the day, preparing to relax with a bag of popcorn and a movie, when her mother called.
Her father was sick, and she wanted Birdy to come home.
She didn't have to think twice.
Birdy didn't even take the time to pack, just grabbed her keys to her ratty old truck, the only thing that was really left of her life before college, before speeding up to her family's farm.
Or at least, she tried to get there fast.
They city was falling apart around her. The military was trying to keep her in, but by using side roads, Birdy was able to sneak out of the city.
Little did she know, the next day, bombs would be dropped onto the city that used to be her home.
What should've taken only a few hours to drive to the farm ended up taking over a day. People took up both side of the freeways, trying to get into the city.
It was the middle of the day when she reached the red barn house. The front lawn was slightly overgrown, which meant her father must've been really sick. He always mowed it on Sunday after church, rain or shine.
Birdy was quick to put her truck in park and took off her seatbelt. She rushed up the fronts steps of her childhood home and opened the front door without knocking, "Mom? Dad?" She called out, searching the kitchen and living room first.
But she was met with silence. Her parents wouldn't have left without calling her first... right?
Birdy moved towards the stairs and went towards the bedrooms.
"Mom?!" The young woman hollered again, "Dad?!"
Maybe they didn't hear her the first time. Maybe they were okay, just napping in their bedroom.
She silently prayed as she made it to her parents' bedroom door. It was closed, and Birdy was apprehensive about what might be on the other side.
She reached for the door handle and slowly twisted it. Birdy opened the door just slightly, "Mom?" She whispered, her voice shaking, "Dad?"
Birdy swung the door open the rest of the way and her eyes widened.
The room was empty. Just how she remembered it.
Except for the large blood stain on the wood floor. Her hands shook violently as she tried to cover up her gasp.
It was a lot of blood.
"Oh, my god."
"Alberta!" She jumped at the sound of the front door closing, "Alberta!"
Birdy moved to stand at the top of the stairs, spotting her uncle searching around for her, "Uncle Hershel?" He turned to stare up at her,
"Where are they?" Tears began to pool in her eyes, "She called me yesterday and now they're gone..."
He went up the stairs and wrapped his arms around her. Birdy collapsed into her uncle's arms with a sob, "Where are they?"
