APOCALYPSE SURVIVOR

Reality

Octavia=
Me and my family lived in the country side where there wasn't a neighbor for another few miles.I was born into the outbreak.My mother had painfully gave birth to me and miraculously she survived after all the blood she had lost.I grew up curious of what was outside of our small fenced in house.My father told me stories of how there were 'monsters' that would eat your brain.As a child I found this quite horrifying which would keep me from even thinking of going outside.My mother was my teacher and she would teach me as much as she knew.She would even tell me on how life was before.The way she described it with a twinkle in her eyes would always keep me from forgetting reality.

"Octavia,come here",my father called from the door.A seven year old me wondered to the door."I am going to teach you how to shoot this baby right here",he said with a rifle in his hands."but,ma said princesses don't shoot guns",I mumbled."well you are going to be one heck of a warrior princess",he said with a grin."I gulped as he opened the door.The huge wooden door opened.My jaw hung open as the sun reached my pale skin.I let out a girlish giggle as I spun in awe as the trees surrounded me."Never mistake danger for beauty",my father said as I heard a growl and then a gun shot.I spun around as I saw those monsters.I felt myself go pale at the sight of it.The thing was exactly the way my father had described it. Suddenly the bright sky went dark as reality hit me and my hands ran cold.

"Ma,I found a dog",I said a year later as I ran inside the house with the rifle in my hands.My mother pursed her lips and crossed her arms and furrowed her eye brows.I rolled my eyes as I already knew what was going to come out of her mouth."Young lady I have told you millions of times not to have that thing best in my sight,and especially not being held by you",she argued.My mother hated for a girl to have a gun in her hands.She always said 'It was only made for a man's hands' and ' that's not what women were made for'.I sent a glare her way but decided not to start an argument and especially with my ma."Do you have a blanket or some extra meat ration",I said slightly annoyed by my mother's 'By the book',attitude."There might be some old beef and a torn blanket in that cupboard over there",she replied.When I had opened the cupboard something caught my eye.I reached for the photograph.I studied it closely.It was a picture of ma and Papa.They both were smiling and ma had her arm around papa's shoulder.Her face was full and less weary,and she had a yellow dress with red lips and rosy cheeks.The light made it look like she had a halo on her head and she looked like a real life princess herself.My papa had no wrinkles around his eyes and he had a really nice genuine smile.They both had a really nice smile and not just the weary,sympathetic ones they sometimes give.Their eyes actually held happiness in them.Then I remembered this was reality and a nice smile is scarce.