A Deadly Wish

Chapter Four: An Intriguing Invite

A month later, the girls found their own way to survival. Even though they were quite responsible, they didn't know how long they would last. The resources would end up not existing anymore, as humanity would begin to fade away. From time to time, zombies would cross their paths, and they'd defeat them every single time. Yet their army was increasing day by day, as soon, the only humans they would meet would be all green and monstruous.

The deaths were increasing as well, as seeing dead bodies on the road would be common for them. Where were they heading? They didn't have a clue. They had to go outside more often, as it would be harder to find some closer to them. Soon, they would be in lack of resources, becoming hungrier and seeking water as well as cloth. What are we doing? Lucia kept on wondering, her thoughts running around like a hamster in a cage. Yet Isabel simply said that they'd figure it out, but she didn't know either.

The young girl tried to play the role of a mature and responsible oldest sister in the context that both of her parents were dead-well, their mom, at least-, but it was growing harder. At sixteen years old, her world was falling apart in te hands of green-skinned monsters grunting and begging for help, those condemned humans that used to be their friends.

Shoot the target, break them down, dial for help, but nobody's going to help you. When it isn't going your way, you must find another way. It wasn't how she wanted her wish to grow, but she had to live with it. Every time she'd shot another victim, she felt her heart aching, knowing very well those people were innocent beings. Lucia began becoming clingier, making puppy dog eyes as she'd pout, her black ponytail finding its way in her face as she curled up in a ball. Although Lucia was the one to take care of Isabel at first, she was now the weak one.

She's younger. More vulnerable. I must protect her; it's my duty. The big question was: how? She protected her youngest sister for a few weeks now, but who knows? She was responsible, indeed, but it couldn't last forever, and she needed help as well. Isabel felt all small and fragile, without her parents.

Why was she this way? No questions asked. She was, it was a fact. The teenager wouldn't be questioning it. What mattered was her survival and Lucia's, not psychological thoughts! Protecting her sister and making sure she was alive was the number one priority. First, she would hate herself for letting Lucia die, and second of all, she adored her sister and would hate to be alone in such a hard world.

You can't take care of everybody and carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, Isabel. It's not good for you. Lucia scolded her with an expression of worry as she brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes. The eldest knew it very well but hated to admit it.

"You've got something on your mind..." Lucia warned as Isabel was humming to herself, her eyes wandering all over the place as they walked through the streets.

"No, I don't. What makes you think I do?" The girl questioned sheepishly, kicking a rock as she kept her gun close to her cheekbone.

Isabel pretended like she was doing fine, even though she wasn't. The reason was obvious; she didn't want to make Lucia worry about her. She felt like she had to be the perfect oldest sister, as always. Yet Lucia wasn't dumb and saw right through her little games.

"Ha, don't try and fool me. You're humming to yourself, your jaw is clenched, and your eyes wander elsewhere, and I bet your thoughts do too. I know you very well, Isa, and it's hard for you not to keep your problems to yourself. So, tell me, what's the issue--"

Lucia brutally stopped talking, raising her dagger from her pocket as she stared at the same place, keeping her weapon next to her, cautious. Her breathing became shaky as her eyes fluttered, and soon, the grip she had on her dagger was tight. It took Isabel a moment to understand what was happening. She shifted to see what the subject of her sister's attention was, keeping her distance.