"All For Papa"

"Right Now We Should Be Worried On Not Dying!"

The world was crumbling around them. The undead roamed everywhere. Odds of survival..slim.

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She was being cradled in her father's arms. It was just her..her father..and her mother. The fact they survived this long was insane. 3 whole months since the breakout started. They still don't even know how it started. She wondered how long they had left till they were found. Food and water were scarce. They were fine for awhile in this small market but it seemed like their luck was running out. Her father had suggested he could go out and try and find some more food. Her mother agreed but Octa didn't want that. She wanted them all to go together. Her father insisted just him, this way if something happened to him, they'd be safe. It took awhile but she agreed to let him leave. When he did, all the thought about was making sure he made it back safely.

The family had bunkered down in a small apartment building next to a market in the city they lived in. They barricaded the doors and windows, with only one exit/entrance that the zombies couldn't get to.

At least that's what they thought..

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There was some banging on the window that the family would enter and exit through. "There's no way that he's back already." The mother said. The two girls stared at the window when a hand broke through it. It smelled horrible. Like rotting flesh. "How the hell did they get up here?!" The mother screamed.

Now..before continuing..there's something you should know about this mother that only Octa could see. It was clear she only married Octa's father for his money. It's the usual story, mother dies, father marries a beautiful woman that pretends to love him but is actually only after the money..she probably cheats on the man..and doesn't give two shits about the child. Octa never said anything though. She just took it. She thought that's how mothers were, since her mother died right after giving birth to Octa.

"Mrs. Kristine..they didn't get papa did they?" Octa asked. She was even more worried about her father now.

"Who cares about him right now! Right now we should be worried about not dying!" The mother screamed.

The mother had taken a bat that the family picked up from the market and handed it to Octa."Take care of them kid!" The mother pointed to the window that was cracked to the point to where you could see about 10 zombies in the distance. They were on the verge of getting in."I-I dont know how to use this.." Octa was stuttering and on the verge of breaking down. She was terrified and heartbroken that her step mom would make her do this and that her father might be dead. "I don't care you stupid kid! Just swing at them and don't let them touch me!"

"..But what about me..?"

"Again I don't care!"

"..Ok.."