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Her memory was hazy. A fog covered by the months of imprisonment inside the small room. But she tried to stitch the pieces together. These pieces of memories were her standing ground, the broken pieces of herself that made her not forget who she really was.
Life before was hard but it sure was better than the life she was living at the moment. She missed the constant fights downstairs from her room. She missed the smell of strong coffee in the morning and the stench of leftover alcohol at night.
She missed everything from before.
It was chaotic, but back then, she was still with her brother. The face of the boy was pale in her memory, black hair and a foot taller than her past self.
Past. Those were all in the past.
Her life started to drift into a different direction when she was sold by her parents as exchange for food. Yes, food. Back then, famine was eating at their lands at the South. Her young brother had no power to take her back, and she…she was beyond lost.
Slavery was what they told her, but she found herself in a house of white, littered with people dressed in hazmat suits.
She was never able to feel the sun since then.
As a child with no proper education, she had no solid idea of what they gave her during her life in that house. The medicines and constant bathing, the food and everything around her was controlled. She was like a robot.
It was not only her, though.
She had a number on her head, a forty-something number of girls who were in the same position as her. All wearing the dull white dress and braided hair, all in a somewhat hospital-like house.
They never spoke to each other, that was what she could remember.
What took her out of those white walls?
The Epidemic. A worldwide disease that spread throughout the lands and seas in just a few weeks.
It was what they called the end of the world, the so-called Apocalypse.
The day when the rain became deadly, when the air started to suffocate the living, when the land started to dry, when the nights started to freeze everyone to death…
That was the day the dead started to rise.
No one expected it, no one was prepared.
Not her.
Her mind drifted, trying to dig her way into her mind to gather what happened next.
But that was it.
All she could see was the present, her naked body in the corner of the locked-up room, her shallow breaths and the terror of being in darkness forever.