Ava was curled up on the couch wrapped in a blanket and wearing an oversized hoodie and joggers. Her eye lids were falling, she was struggling to stay awake due to the time of night but knew she needed to.
She heard the front door unlock and her eyes lit up, the fifteen-year-old threw the blanket off of herself and watched the door fly open, her moth and father were laughing her dad was still in his uniform and she smiled at him.
She ran and jumped up, throwing her arms around his neck, and wrapping her legs round his waist. He had been gone for a while, but mom just picked him up from the airport after he landed the plane.
"Ah... missed you too" he laughed, and she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and smiled. Dad always gives the best hugs.
"Alright you two, go into the living room while I order us some takeout" mom interrupted their moment and Ava was set down on the ground again.
Ava led her dad to the couch and sat him down, laying down with her head on his lap, "Tell me about the flight?" she asked, her question muffled slightly due to the way she was laying and he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Smooth actually, Uncle Ricky said hey and says Happy Birthday for tomorrow" he smiled and rolled over, so she was looking up at him.
"Uncle Ricky was co-piloting? Why didn't you tell me when you left England?" she asked softly.
Her dad swallowed and smiled back at her briefly, "Surprise" he winked, and she just scoffed and rolled her eyes at him.
"I'm glad you're back" she smiled, and he kissed her forehead.
"Me too sweet girl"
Confused. So, so, confused. Ava opened her eyes, hoping some sort of comfort or reassurance that she was in heaven. All she heard was laughter, a familiar laugh. Ave looked around, seeing a barely lit room with only candles. She was laying on a bed with a needle in her arm pumping a bag of red blood into her system.
She sat up slowly, wincing as she did so. She saw a man standing by a first aid kit and organizing its contents.
"Who the hell are you, am I dead?" she asked weakly and the figure stopped moving and backed up.
They turned around and Ava hoped she'd be dead, or alive, she didn't know how to feel. Seven years. Seven fucking years and now she's seeing his face.
"So you are immune" the figure turned around and she locked eyes with him.
"Luke"
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One Survivor
HorrorSome us fantasize that one day there'll be an apocalypse and it'll be okay because we read the books and know how to handle it. We were wrong. We were so fucking wrong. 2040, twenty years into the future the people were trying to find a cure for ill...
