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o o Danielle, youo re awfully quiet. Are you okay? o o The young woman looked up from her Steak and straight into her mothers eyes.


o o Yes mother, Io m fine o o In fact Danielle was not okay, she was sad and broken up. Ever since her father died she had done nothing but grieve. Though she never let anyone know how bad it all really was to her. A week earlier they had all had a picnic on the big grass field and now he was forever gone.


As a father the biggest work that always has to be done is to, no matter what, protect your kids. Thato s exactly what the old man had done before his sudden passing. The girl had ran to her dying father and held him until he died a slow and painful death.


So how did he die? Thato s a reasonable question coming from anyone. Day had turned in to night and the dreaded creatures had returned. They were just about to leave the grass field when out of nowhere a creeper had sneaked up on her father.


The most dreaded thing with creepers, they were sneaky, snook up on their victims as carefully as the lion stalks the gazelle. They blew their victims up and left very little left of them. Those who survived lost several limbs, or organs.


o o Io m fine mother, I just need some rest thato s all o o To make sure that no suspicions followed Danielle dazzled her mother with one of her most famous smiles. Her mother smiled back at her daughter.


Later that night they both bolted up their home to make it impossible for the creepers and zombies to kick down their door and killing them while they were sleeping. When they were done the night came and with it the monsters.


Danielle laid in her bed that night thinking to herself why it had been her father and not her mother, her or even her sister that got killed. The families survival rate had just dropped. At the age of 15 Danielle had just about had it with the creatures.


Ever since she was born the monsters had been roaming the streets at night making it impossible for people to set a foot outside. The swords were not to any help either. They were not sharp, nor good enough to cut through the skin of the creepers and not strong enough to kill a zombie.


That night Danielle found out how hard it could be to survive with no one around. That was the night of her mothers and sisters passing.