'She will be fine Mr Rue, let her rest.'
Someone spoke, I would've recognised their voice if it wasn't for my slow and jumbled brain.

I slowly opened my eyes. The bright rays sunlight felt like daggers.

I shut my eyes and shielded them with hands. My head was aching, throbbing cause of the blow I took to my head, or so I remember. I tried to get up, but I wasn't able to. Someone supported me, a hand around my shoulders and one holding my hand.

I didn't know if it was really as silent as I thought or was my mind playing tricks? 'Are you okay, Love?' Oh the voice, my father's voice. I was so glad. He was staring down at me with worried etched on his face. His handsome face.

'Drink some water.' saying this , dad handed me a bottle. I was thirsty. Now that I saw water, it made me feel as if I hadn't drank water since ages. I drank like a traveller who just returned from harsh detest sands.

I took deep breaths and closed my eyes for a moment.

As I looked around. I realised that I had no idea where we were. I was in a deserted room of probably an abandoned house. The room was lavish. With paintings on the walls and huge glass windows. Long grey coloured curtains hanging loosely. I was sitting on a bed. It was soft. Softer than anything I had felt before.

My father sat beside me, his beautiful brown eyes searching my face for any injuries. I stared back at him reassuringly. Besides it wasn't me he should be worried about. I should be the one, the one worrying about him. His thumb it was broken. His eyes red from the lack of sleep and his face tired. I could hear his pale body screaming for rest but he had no attention or heed for himself , all he wanted was my safety , my care .

Dad took a shaky breath and cupped my face in his hands. He rested his forehead on mine and and took a deep breath. 'My love, honey, I thought- I thought I had lost you. I thought I would never be able to see you smile ever again.' He choked. My dad was a strong man. I had never seen him cry. He hugged me and murmured a faint love you and as I replied hugging him back a voice interrupted us.

" There's a provision store near the highway , it's nearly dismantled but hope we can find something to survive.' A male voice interrupted. I had never seen him before. 'Sarrah , meet Mr.Freddie and his son Lucio , if today we're safe it's because of them , they also helped me with my injuries , this stiches and dressing is all there help '.

Mr.Freddie was about 42 years and was a thin guy , he was bald and tall heighted and his son Lucio seemed to be a little older than my age . He had dark eyes and within this horrendous confusing movement I found him attractive .

He had a perfect v shaped jawline , and was taller than me , he was too handsome .
" Hey Sarrah , how are you feeling now?' he asked." umm good.' I gave a cold reply , I wasn't in the mood to talk. He seemed mature enough to understand.

Further dad portrayed to me about how he met Mr Freddie and his son , there help to Dad with his injuries and his thumb . ' they are good people ' he added with a appealing smile on his face.

" Okay so shall we begin our journey?" Freddie asked , as we finished our conversation.We left the mansion and walked our way towards the road. There was no vehicle , the whole city was abandoned . There was blood over walls and on the road , the city looked as if it was dead. There was no sound to be heard. I wondered if there were more survivors like us. But no mortal could be seen. As we walked our way , my eyes caught something that I would never forget. 'Son, watch your back" Freddie shouted in a loud voice filled with fear.

A dead-soul trying to crawl near us , it's skin had turned white or rotten also it's rib cage and flesh were clearly visible , it's half body portion was missing . . " How this thing still moving " Lucio shouted . My eyesight couldn't bear to see such horrible creature , " We should reach our destination as soon as possible " father said while grabbing my hand , holding me protectively . As we made our way to the provision store I questioned dad about Mom , about where she is , it's been a day I haven't seen her since a day " sorry child " was all he replied .