A Deadly Wish

Chapter Three: A Dilemma to Survival

Isabel didn't know what the hardest part of surviving was. Would it be the cruel reality of losing everyone? Seeing humanity fall to pieces? Figure that nobody could help you. She didn't have a clue. The only thing she knew was that she hated herself for that. That what might you say? That wish. And yet, the girl felt guilty about it, although she didn't know that a simple sentence would grow into her casual nightmare, night, and day. It couldn't be canceled.

Isabel never thought that a simple wish to lead to the end of humanity, and mostly not the death of her parents. The ones she loved the most, that made her life good enough for her to handle it. All that significant karma, that bad luck; everything was troublesome to her ever since she was a baby.

She didn't stop apologizing. Speaking words of wisdom and praying to God that this would end, but it was no help. This was her fate, and she couldn't stop it from existing. Every single day, she'd wake up after dreaming about her past life, wondering about how great it was. Yet when she opened her eyes, she remembered that her reality wasn't this way anymore.

As she saw Jonas and his little brother earlier, it made her realize it some more; it was this way, and she couldn't help it. Isabel's beloved Earth would burn to flames as innocent people would die, a man's hunger growing into their end. Or a teenager's foolish wish, she might as well add this. Lucia kept on repeating that it wasn't anyone's fault and that it had to be this way, yet the oldest couldn't stop herself from feeling bad.

I made that wish. I made humanity this way. I killed mom. Truth was hurting her, because of how real this way was, of how this was affecting more than just herself. Now zombies would stroll through the streets as humans would beg for mercy, screaming before becoming brain-eating monsters.

The girls reached their house, safe and sound. Cautiously, both peeked around, Isabel holding her gun to her chin as Lucia had her dagger tight in her palm. Hopefully, there wouldn't be anybody in their house, waiting for them to have a moment of weakness to come and attack them.

Remaining silent was the key, as the others could presume that they weren't here, simply. After a minute of silence, the sisters figured that nobody seemed to hide. Lowering their weapons and exhaling, they started to fill the fridge with the short supplies they had found at the grocery store. It wasn't so bad when they inspected it; they had enough to survive a month, which wouldn't be so bad.

Isabel's throat tightened. Maybe, in a month, would she be dead in a dark alley, eaten by nasty creatures. She shook her head; she was close to adulthood and the oldest in the family, so she had to take care of Lucia and herself. Effectively, her youngest sister was humming, a nervous smile on her lips as she closed the blinds and locked the door with a few locks, making sure that nobody could enter.

"You don't have to do this, Lucia." Isabel spoke softly, her expression growing empathetic as she noticed how responsible Lucia was.

"Yes, I do. Both of us have an importance in this, and it's my job to make sure we're safe."

"It should be mine. I'm the oldest. Come on, relax a little, I'll make sure you'll still have shelter by the end of the day..." The oldest replied as she shook her head, dropping her hands on Lucia's shoulders.

Lucia's expression darkened, but it was unreadable. Was she mad, terrified, grateful, happy? Isabel couldn't really know. It was a mix of shock, disapproval, fear, and gratitude. She would stare at her sister with a blank expression, her brows furrowed as she kept her hands in her hoodie pockets.

"You should be the one to relax, Isa."

"What?" The concerned one yapped, her tone becoming harsh. "What are you saying, I'm completely relaxed!"