Waking up one day, in a room filled with blood splashed on the walls and the floor. She panickly searches for her husband, but no sign.
She later found herself in a group of people, many years later reuniting with her husband who she believed was alive and well, but in a gruesome, unexpected way.
In his life, he was with multiple groups, always finding himself the last survivor. He later found a facility, ran down but people took it as a shelter. He proved himself worthy as a leader and led them all for years, until one day, a woman on her knees, her hair covering her face screams at him to stop.
His Lucille was alive.
"Survive now. Cry later. "
♤
"Sweetheart, hush now" I whispered as we hid in the tiny mahogany closest, a small stream of light drifting in. He made a small whimper causing me to pull him closer to my chest as the footsteps got louder.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I heard the squeaking of a floorboard as the light disappeared and an eye came into view.
"Hey lil bro! Come see what I found!" A loud, raspy, harsh voice chuckled. My heart sped up. This was it..
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