I somehow made it to the cabin safely, creeping inside so I wouldn't wake Billy. It was the middle of the night, and there was no way I could sleep. I left the packs by the pantry and tiptoed up the stairs as quietly as I could. The cabin seemed to be in good shape, so Billy hadn't gone wild.
I changed into fresh clothes and brushed my hair, all of a numb state. I sat on my bed, unable to sleep. I didn't cry. I didn't really feel anything. I was quite aware I was almost definitely in shock.
I sat there, unaware of any feeling or time, until morning. Billy came into my room, hopping onto my bed.
"You're back!" he exclaimed. "Where's dad?"
"Billy, we need to talk." I looked into his big eyes, seeing nothing but innocence. "Dad didn't make it back. He— he was a hero and he saved me."
The tears flowed freely now, and I felt the sadness that had been absent before. Billy started to cry, and I pulled him into a tight embrace. This was how my father was mourned. And we would probably be the only ones to ever mourn him.
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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.
