Teardrop

He was thinking about her.



Worst time for it, but nevertheless, how could he not? She was so far away, could he do anything about it? God. What's happened to the world.

Deserted.
Eaten alive.
Brought back from the dead.
Roaming freely.
Savaging, ravaging, destroying what was left of mankind.
Utter disgust.

I was alone. We all were.

He had to go back home, had to see what fate his family had suffered; though he already knew, he just had to see it for himself.
It's already been 3 days.

3 eternal days of terror, horror and unnatural insomnia. It won't end would it?

"No, it won't."

Obvious, he already knew, but tried desperately at hope to give him hope. No such luck.
Her again. Her beauty, her hair, her fear. Her sisters and friends. What happened to them? Were they alive?
Was it.........love?

Lust.
No!
Passion.
Maybe, just maybe.
Emotion unknown?
Defintely.
He just wanted to see her again, wanted to be near her. Her family that meant so much to him. The only family he knew that gave him a feeling he had so long ago lost.
Yes, he loved them as sisters. The youngest of them so young, so...
Innocent.



He had to get them out.

Whatever it takes.