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OPHELIA SLASHED HER KNIFE aggressively at each walker standing in between her and the door to the farm house until her path was clear. The door was locked — obviously to stop any walkers from getting in when everyone thought they wouldn't have to flee the farm — and the girl had to kick it down.
The moment that she walked into the farm house, the smell of bleach and cleaning products reached her nose — which she found heavenly compared to the ghastly smell of smoke clouding the sky outside — and she took a deep breath. Nobody was inside, and she didn't bother to stay and look downstairs, so she quickly ran up the stairs and into the room her brother was staying in.
As she approached his room — decorated in white paint and creaking floorboards — her eyes swiftly landed on her brother. She saw that he was tucked snuggly into his bed, his blanket against his nose and his hair ruffled against the pillow ; he almost looked childlike again. And for a moment, the girl didn't want to disturb him. But, she had too.
"Griffin." She said loudly, shaking him awake. "Wake up."
He slowly opened his blue eyes to see his sister hovering over him and furrowed his brows.
"What time is it?" He asked groggily as he rubbed his tired eyes. The girl tore the duvet off of his body and pulled him out of bed.
"Time to go." She replied bluntly, holding his hand and pulling him out of the room and down the stairs.
She kept pulling him behind her until they reached the downstairs door where walkers were clawing at the door like wild animals again. She huffed in annoyance and went to check the other door. But, it was caving in from the pressure on the other side where it was being pushed against.
"Alright, Griffin. Pick a door." She said, as he looked around with a confused expression plastered on his face.
"What's happening?" Was all he asked.
"Things have turned to shit, again. We're being booted out by creepers." She explained. "Now, pick a door and then try not to die."
"Wait — is Andrea okay? Is everyone okay?" He asked with panic in his voice.
"They're fine." She lied — she didn't know. But, now wasn't the time to worry him. "Now, pick a door."
Griffin opened his lips to reply, but he was swiftly cut off by the front door bursting down. Walkers spilled into the house and growled hungrily, as they scrambled over towards the siblings. Griffin quickly grabbed his sisters hand and pulled her up the stairs and away from the walkers chasing them.
