After being downstairs after packing for what seemed forever, Molly also came from her room. She had changed into a new outfit wearing: some dark wash denim jeans; a pair of suitable of boots and and baggy tee. Who knew an 11 year old girl could take so long to provide and outfit and her luggage to make a break for it. Throwing her case downstairs, Molly followed dragging each foot down each of the board steps, I suppose it was expected she didn't want to leave. Neither did I. But she wanted to survive and I wanted to help provide that for the unfortunate young soul. When she reached the bottom, she continued to slide her feet with her head focused on the ground. She finally planted next to me, on the sofa to where she said:
''Cam'' with a slight whimper in her speech, she nudged my right arm.
''When will Mom be home?'', with a blanked face I completely forgotten about my mother since I'd not being able to contact her, and how could I forget my own Mother?
''I'm... I'm not sure, kiddo'' and put my arm round her shoulder and pulled her to my shoulder.
My emotional state and my mindset were at one and the next hour was silent thinking, Molly I believe was too! I wanted to break down and shed tears, but I had to show Molly, as human's we can be strong and that we can be the best we can be, and within seconds of wanting to break, until there was a rattle at the door.
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The Fear of Living: A Beginning in The End {1}
HorrorWelcome to the new world, the struggle to survive has begun. Embark on the journey with Cammy and Molly, in the world where they face undead monsters and other people! Who will they meet? Who will they trust?
