After what seemed like forever, the zombies receded, going who knows where. Miraculously, dad was still moving, appearing to still be breathing despite his bloody torso.
I slowly climbed down the tree, making my way over to him. I knelt down down beside him, he eyes flickering over and looking lost until he found my own.
He was covered in his own blood, insides clearly seen. At some point his cap had come off, now laying a few feet away from his pack.
"Daddy?" I whispered.
"Stop this," he forced, spitting up blood as he spoke.
"What?" A tear rolled down my cheek.
"Keep me from becoming a zombie. Take everything back to your brother and protect him. You have to keep living."
"I don't know if I can do this." His hand slowly moved, making it way towards mine. Pushing towards my dagger.
"You have to. You have to be strong. Do it, if not for anything else, because you love your brother. I love you, Adira."
"I love you too, daddy." The tears were coming faster now, and I pulled out my knife, looking away as it penetrated his skull. I sat back, sobbing uncontrollably, my heart feeling as if it had been stabbed, not caring about the possibility of a zombie hearing and attacking me.
After I got myself together, I grabbed my pack and his, putting his hat away in one of them. I made my way up the road, only focused on seeing Billy again. Forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other.
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Surviving
General FictionAdira was your normal high school girl. Until the apocalypse started. Now, she, along with her little brother and a group of children, must try to survive in a world that no child should have to live in.
