Forgotten Ink (what it takes to survive)

It's not easy surviving an apocalypse at the age of sixteen while watching over a child he found especially when he's left alone.

But isn't that how life is supposed to work? In the end you have no one to rely on but yourself.

(He stared at the notebook the girl was holding, it wasn't a normal notebook. No, it was from his eldest brother, "where did you get that?" He asked, voice wavering. "A boy, he uhh.. he looks like you but.. taller."

Despite the feeling of longing and sadness just by seeing the book his eldest brother holds dear to him, he can't help but feel slightly annoyed and fond of the young girl, "really? You gonna base on the height?"

"Well duh, you're short."

"Wow.. you're the one to talk."

"Hey!" She playfully punched him at his right arm before laughing. Soon followed by his own, genuine and happy laughter. How did the girl manage to immediately wiggle through his heart with ease and created her own special place is something that he is incapable of answering to no end.

Despite only a few hours of their meeting, things are starting to look good on his part, and maybe the girl's too.)