𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞 || 𝐓𝐖𝐃 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 ☽

━━━━━━━━━.◦*∘☽

Life before the apocalypse was simple and easy.

Or as easy as life can be with a single father who was a military rat and two younger siblings to raise nearly on my own because after my mother's death, the same father who used to call me his princess and carry me on his shoulders had become the shell of a person.

I was the oldest and for a long time after my mom died, my father would disappear for days at a time before I'd find him sprawled out on the floor of the living room or kitchen with a bottle clutched in his unconscious hand.

When I turned fifteen, using most of the forced military training my father put me and my younger brother Elijah through, I spoke out against his careless behavior, his drunken stoopers and forced him to sober the hell up and get his shit together because I was a child myself still and my siblings and myself needed him.

When his fifteen year old daughter punched him in the face and scrutinized him and the choices he'd made, he sobered up.

For better or worse, he started to become a parent again, but his expectations only grew higher, demanding I follow in his footsteps and go into the military just like he had, and just like my deceased mother had.

He became more like a drill sergeant than a father, the only exception to his demands being my little sister as she was only eleven and was too young for basic training and of course, like all youngest children was treated like a princess.

But the world ended and all those plans and ideas came to a halt, because now I wasn't fighting against my father's expectations and demands, I was fighting for mine and my families survival, not knowing who to trust and what lie ahead.