xxWicked
"You may not be my real sister, but you'll always be my best friend, Selena." Eleanor grinned at her, her white teeth shining as she twisted her thick brown hair with her finger.
Selena just frowned, not really wanting to be friends with her adopted sister.
Eleanor blinked, as if waiting for a response, before she heard her adoptive parents screaming in agony out in the hall of the hotel. Selena frantically searched for something that would be classified as a weapon. On the other hand, Eleanor had grabbed a beer bottle.
"A bottle isn't going to do anything, El!" Selena barked at her.
As if responding, she broke the bottle on the table and shards of glass shattered everywhere, but now she had a spiky weapon and she ran to where she had heard them shouting.
Alone again, Selena dug through a kitchen drawer to find a sharp kitchen tool and began slowly jogging towards the sound of Eleanor's voice. She stopped suddenly to see- zombies? They were attacking her parents while eight year old Eleanor hit some of them in the head with her bottle. Selena raced over to try to unbury her father from a bunch of zombies toppling him, but one had already begun eating his neck.
She began crying, but Eleanor grasped her hand and the two began running towards the fire exit in the hotel they had been staying at for Selena's birthday. Selena stole a look back to see the zombies were now following them, and her mother and father were being eaten. Never again would she see her mother's smile in the morning.
Two girls lost their guardians in a building overrun by walkers in the zombie apocalypse, and have to officially survive on their own. Selena, the elder sister, was shut out of the real world and pampered by her parents ever since she was born. Eleanor, on the other hand, was taught by her biological mother to survive before her mother disappeared and she was adopted by Selena's parents. Seems fine, right? The only thing is... Selena is twelve and Eleanor is eight.