𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℝ𝕌ℕℕ𝔼ℝ𝕊

-The dead can walk-

NOBODYS POV

A promise means something. It always does, it always will. Especially to Olivia Smith. Yet people almost never truly mean it when they promise something. You could break a promise that was big, like with her dad, he promised that he'd stay with her. That was an empty promise. Or like how her mom promised that they'd make it out safe, and she wouldn't leave her. That was another empty promise.
Or how when she told her sister to run, and she promised she'd catch up.

She didn't.

Or maybe they're little promises. Like.. how she would promise to wash her clothes, but she didn't. And her mom washed them instead.

She regrets that now. Every little argument, every little thing she got so mad at them for. Everything she said to her dad- or how she'd yell whenever her mom told her to unpack the dish washer. Or yelling at her sister for going through her room. She'd regret not listening to them, sneaking out. Getting detentions- even though majority of those were because those stupid teachers were wimps.

But most of all, she regrets not shooting that fucking dead thing. The thing that ripped her family apart. Maybe, if she did. They'd still be together.

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Olivia doesn't remember how long she's been running. She doesn't remember what day it is, what time it is. But she remembers those dead things coming, and ripping her mom away. She remembers watching her dad go insane and lose himself because of it. She remembers telling her sister to run. But she never caught up to her. She remembers waking up and hearing the broadcasts. And how maybe if she had woken up sooner. Her mom would still be here, her Dad would still be here, and she'd still be with her sister. And maybe they would be at one of those camps they were talking about.

But no.

She's stuck here. Hiding behind the counter of a fucking grocery store. Those dead things banging on the walls and windows. There's atleast 50. And she doesn't know what to do. And to be honest, she thinks it's the first time in her life she had ever truly felt terrified.

She learnt those things get worse at night. And that whatever she does, she  shouldn't go out as long as the moons out, And shes learnt it's survival of the fittest. It was times like this that she was glad her dad taught her how to use a gun.

Olivia's Father wasn't the coolest man alive, but she still loved him. There was one cool thing about him though. His brother.

Olivia didn't know much about her uncle, other than the fact he was a gym teacher. Her father didn't talk about him much, apart from saying he was pretty awesome, and that he lived in Virginia, and that he taught her dad how to use a gun, which he then passed onto her.

So from that, Olivia gathered her uncle was pretty badass.

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The girl frowned, there's a backroom off to the side of the counter, and the power on all buildings went out ages ago. But there's a light coming from it. She can see it through the gap between the door and floor.

She can hear little whimpers, like there's a dog in there or something. So, she grabbed her gun, in case she needed to use it.

The teen didn't wanna attract even more dead things. so she crawled over. Opening the door slowly.
She looked around, seeing a kid. She seemed young, maybe 6 or 7. Closing the door, Olivia bent down to her level.

"..Hey... kid?" The girl hesitated before starting. She wasn't too sure how to address her. She's not the best with kids. Just normally babysitting for people in her apartment complex if they needed. Cause she wanted money. And the kids seemed to like her. She supposed.

"..What's your name?" She asked, sitting beside her.

"..Amelia.." she mumbled out, her voice was squeaky, and had that small sniffle like after you'd been crying and someone try's to talk to you.

"..Well, Amelia, I'm Olivia." The girl gave a small smile, though it definitely wasn't the time to be smiling. She hoped it'd make her feel slightly more comfortable.

"..How old are you?" She asked again, she held up 7 fingers.
"Wow, you're a big girl then, huh?" Olivia smiled again, more genuine this time, and she knew she smiled back, cause she finally looked up at the teen.

"Well, Amelia, I'm 14." Olivia said, and Amelia giggled.
"I wanna be 14." She said, her tone still squeaky.
Olivia was gonna tell her that being 14 was shitty, but she's a kid, so she just smiled at her.

"How long have you been in here?" Olivia couldn't help but ask, Amelia shrugging in response.
"Mommy said she'll come back.. but she hasn't. And I don't think she will." She mumbled, in a smaller tone, a pout on her face.
".. I'm sure your mommy's okay." Olivia smiled at her.
"I hope." She mumbled.
"What about your daddy?" Olivia asked softly.

".. Daddy ran away and left when the dead started to walk." She explained, pouting.
"I'm sure he's okay as well." She gave her a small smile.

"..You hungry?" The teen asked, and she nodded, a small smile creeping up on her face.
Olivia crawled out of the closet and grabbed my bag, it wasn't very big. It was just her school bag, which she had stuffed with anything she found, dragging it in the room.

Olivia gave it to her, and let her pick what she wants, which was a bag of chips.

The teen didn't think she'd ever see another person that was living. Like ever. Let alone a little girl.

"..Can I stay with you?" The girl asked, to which Olivia shrugged.
"Do you want to stay with me?" She turned to her, leaning on the wall behind her.

She shrugged, "You seem nice. And you're pretty." She smiled, Olivia smiled back.
"I think you're pretty too." Olivia grinned and sat in front of her.
"Thanks," She giggled, shoving her chips in her mouth.
"So can I?" She asked again.

"..Okay, you can stay with me." The teen eventually nodded, and she smiled.

"..You promise you don't leave me?" The girl asked, she looked up with these big puppy dog eyes.

Olivia sighed, "Pinky Promise." She smiled, wrapping her pinky around the younger girls.

And she meant it.

A/n

HELLAUR This is edited but really badly so if you find a mistake please tell me.

ANYWAYS TY FOR READING, LOVE YOU

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