A Deadly Wish

Chapter Two: What's Said is Never Forgiven

A few days later, Isabel and Lucia decided to go to the grocery store. They couldn't stay home and do nothing, because nobody would take care of them if they didn't. Their parents would never come back, and the girls had to understand it. Lucia felt her heart fall down her stomach at the truth, and it was hurting her.

She always remembered what her mother used to say, when she was younger. She wouldn't be at home a lot, and every single day as she woke her youngest daughter, she kissed her forehead and spoke wise words... My dear Lucia, if ever I don't come back, tell yourself that I'll always be in your heart, okay? But you don't have to worry, because I'll always be with you until the day that I die. Because yes, someday, we must get to the other side.

"Are you okay?" Isabel asked with genuine concern, her expression growing into a frown.

"I-I miss mom and dad..." The girl sobbed as her eyes flickered, "I know it's stupid because I'm fourteen and that I shouldn't be a crybaby, b-but...--"

"You're not weird, Lucia." Isabel cut her off rudely at first, but then she softened her voice. "It's normal to be scared. Nobody told us this was going to happen, and nobody knew. Now, we must live with it, whether we want it or not. But if we don't eat, we'll either get eaten or die of hunger."

Lucia stood silent; she had to remind herself of that. She had to be strong, for her mother, for her father, who-probably- lost their lives at their job. They had to work together, and they didn't have the choice. Now, they had to grow stronger and do whatever it took to survive.

"You know what? You're right. Let's get to this damn grocery store..." The fourteen-year-old teenager admitted after a silence, lifting her chip up.

"Great! I knew you'd end up agreeing!" Isabel smiled as she took a deep breath herself, as she wasn't fully collected, "Now, what do we bring to defend ourselves? We can't use our bodies as shields."

"What about kitchen knives?"

***

The streets were dark. The darkness gave an atmosphere of horror, as the chilly breeze was hitting them. It whistled around, with such violence that the girls almost stumbled. They decided to leave at seven in the evening, when the light began to stop showing itself. Lucia had a dagger attached to a belt on her waist, as Isabel had a kitchen gun in her back pocket. Were they safe? Not really, but if they had to survive, they had to do whatever it took.

They were in this together. Fortunately, zombies were slow, and they could hear them from anywhere. Yet they stood back-to-back, shifting around cautiously to make sure they weren't being spied on.

"Stay close to me, and everything should be fine." Isabel spoke silently, raising her index in front of her lips to remind her to be quiet.

"You don't know anything about that!" Lucia replied, "We might as well get attacked in two seconds and I wouldn't even have the opportunity to say I warned you!"

"Shush. The zombies might be a little drunk-alike with their behaviors, it doesn't mean they're deaf."

"B-brainnns...." A gravelly voice agreed with her comment.

The sister jumped in surprise, startled by the sudden voice. A zombie. Isabel's heart started to beat faster, and she felt like she was about to choke in the air, to vomit. When she watched around, she noticed a woman, her eyes rolled back, her arms in front of her as she had a green skin with an arm off. The girl noticed that the woman had deep black eyes with long black hair, and broken reading glasses hovered on the tip of her nose. She gasped. Her mother.

"L-Lucia, I-it's mom..." Isabel stammered, not able to remove her gaze from the woman that raised her.

"She's going to kill us..." Lucia implied, her eyes filled with tears as her whole body shook in anticipation, "We must survive, and we don't have the choice!"