Elizabeth Arrow finds herself facing the destruction of her entire world. To add to this, her angel little sister is missing. She is devastated, but then one day, a mysterious golden butterfly flutters past her dwelling, signaling hope. It leads her...
It is dark. Really dark. But what else would you expect in a cave?
My name is Elizabeth. I come from a forgotten land. A land now filled with zombies. Oh, maybe not zombies. I don't exactly know what they are. But they're all over the place.
They came in a sudden. I didn't - no one expected them. There was no time to fight back. This place is now a wasteland. I had to abandon my home, the only home I've ever known. I now live in this cave, one the 'zombies' haven't reached yet.
Yet.
To top it all off, I lost my family. The most important thing in the world to me. I remember losing grip of my baby sister's hand. I remember her falling back in the crowd of frightened and confused people. I remember hearing her sweet, innocent cry and being able to do nothing about it.
I regret that day.
My sister Hope was - is - a beautiful, fair blonde. Unlike me. I'm a brunette. She has glowing blue eyes and a smile to penetrate your heart. She loves to draw, especially butterflies. But she's very mysterious and quiet. But in a good way. Like Luna Lovegood, from Harry Potter. I so wish we were actually related.
She is adopted.
I miss her so. Every day my green eyes prick with tears for her and my parents. Every day I wish we had all been together, I wish I had held onto her tiny hand a little tighter. But wishes are pointless. I must live only with my memories. Live. I must focus on survival until this blows over.
The day it all happened must have been at least a week ago. Hope and I were having a picnic with a few friends, near a building with many people inside. My parents had left for a short appointment.
"We'll be right back," they told us.
They never came back. The zombies came in their place.
They were indescribably horrid. Although they had the basic shape of humans, they were a translucent many ugly colors, shimmering around a few hairs all over their bodies, from which electricity leapt and sparked to and fro. Worst thing about them though, was their eyes. The big, gaping holes that should have been their eyes.
They were dead inside.
We all ran in terror. The people in the building created a crowd. I grabbed the picnic basket and little Hope's hand and dashed for our lives. That was when I lost her.
The zombies overran the entire town. Perhaps even the country, or the entire world. They took my home. I fled to this cave, taking the basket for provisions.
And it is dark. Really dark. But what else would you expect in a cave?
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