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"DEAR LUCY, I wrote this story for you, but I hadn't realized girls grow quicker than books. You are already too old for fairytales. But someday you will be old enough for fairytales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand a word of it. But I shall still be . . . " — C.S. LEWIS
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❀ LUCY ❀
THE END OF THE WORLD WAS A FUTURE NO ONE HAD FORSEEN. Mankind was too technologically advanced. Moved far past the unsuspecting possibility of an extinction event. Yet, human hubris proved to be their downfall.
This was their extinction event...
Amidst the crumbling ruin of the old world, Lucy Grimes remained one of the few living inhabitants; whether she considered herself lucky or cursed — well it really depended on the day. You see, for the Grimes family, the world as they knew it had ceased to function two weeks prior. When Lucy's father, Rick Grimes, was shot in the line of duty.
With the initial shock of the incident wearing off, days later. She sat on the broken chair next to his hospital bed. Watching the machines pumping oxygen into his chest, go up and down. The clock on the wall clicked in unison with his every measly breath. Truth be told, the thousands of machines he'd been plastered to, and the feeding tube impaled through his throat weren't doing much for her morale. God, Lucy hated hospitals. She'd die happy if she never had to see one after her father's extended stay.
Rick Grimes did not die per se. But if you were to ask Lucy, she would argue a part of him did. What was the difference between her father being in a coma and being dead? Either way, he was gone, and the likelihood of him waking up again dwelling,
Every. Single. Day.
Still, she stayed rooted in the chair, praying for a miracle to occur. Some miraculous event to stitch her family back together again. She prayed and prayed, and then prayed some more. Yet God did not answer her pleas.
