Apr 24, 2014
Survivors;
☢ She's parked on the hill that overlooks the field, back in the many trails behind the farmhouse. Its always been so quiet here, even before everything went to shit. It amazes her that no bees ever buzz, no birds chirp; crickets barely make noises anymore. She shudders slightly, pulling her cardigan around her shoulders once more before sniffling. She's sitting beside Isaac's grave -- a rock. She's trying not to cry, but damn it; it's hard for Daisy not to feel those tears slide down because she never got to say sorry, couldn't protect her family. It was all her fault.
"---Why am I survivin'?"