𐙚 Sarah Miller ﹙ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐲 ރ ﹚ 𐙚

for helping me last night. I’ll always be your little girl no matter what. ”

sitting down at the table, she slowly began eating, but also waiting for the others.

“ I’d be happy to tell them more about me, though I may skip some parts that still scare me. is that okay daddy.? ”

Sarah walked down the stairs having just woken up from her sleep, stretching and gently rubbing her eyes. seeing the breakfast and her father, a smile formed on her lips.

“ thank you daddy. of course I’m hungry, I wouldn’t pass up breakfast as long as you’re cooking. daddy thank you —

as morning began to approach, she began to toss and turn in her sleep, nearly awakening from a somewhat peaceful slumber.

her eyes flickering open slightly, yet closing once again to take in the somewhat blissful sleep she had thanks to her dad.

Sarah was fast asleep, her recurring nightmares at a halt, able to sleep through the night this time. as she slept, she thought of her father, their life.

There was nothing that she wouldn’t do for him, but in the end she was still his little girl, no matter how old she would get. —

cruelty of it all gave her nightmares. some days they weren’t bad, but some nights they were bad.

curled in bed, she began to drift off into sleep not long after, but not before she managed to say.

“ you’re my hero daddy. I love you. "

always there, there to make sure she was alright, that she slept well.

the memories of when the infection started, the memories of the military coming after them, her injury she sustained, it was all flooding back. the deaths of people who were infected, those that weren’t, just the —

“ I remember daddy. I had many nightmares, some worse off than others. you always came to my side every time. ”

Sarah nuzzled herself into her pillow, her gaze not leaving her fathers’. her breathing calmed the moment he came to her room. she knew that no matter how bad they got, he was —

instant she had heard about Gale, she gave a soft nod, in this moment she was willing to try anything to suppress these nightmares. it was taking its toll on her, times she couldn’t focus, times where she stared into nothing or flinched during important times, like killing runners.

the mention of keep her light on, but dimly lit gave her even more comfort than she had admitted. she knew she was safe here, yet these nightmare kept happening.

“ daddy can you stay until I fall back asleep. ”

she practically gripped his hand, although her own hand was shaking. the —

Sarah struggled with her nightmares, the memories of the events previous to when the outbreak started, shattered her. their life, her friends gone, she was still scared, flinching every time she sees a runner.

Her fathers’ words had brought her some semblance, a calm slightly watching over her. —

the constant reliving of those events had brought her back to when she was young girl. Sometimes the runners would still make her flinch, make her hesitate in killing them, yet more often than not, she had her father beside her. her words began to fade into nothingness.

“ daddy.! ” she yelled

a normal night turned tragic. Coping with such scars and memory had taken its toll on her, some nights waking up in a cold sweat and screaming, other times zoning out, staring into a blank nothing. Although she had survived all that she, her father and uncle had been through, —

and mentally, carried a weight she could not shed. This night however was no different, no different from the many she had waking in a cold sweat. The thought of the lives lost, lives taken and sacrificed. The calm before the storm, —

The very safety she had not long felt since the infection ( outbreak ). there were moments where she would relive those terrible memories, waking up in a cold sweat. The way she buried her face, not wishing to look at the horror outside. Injuries she sustained, scars she carried both physically —

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The night seemed long, hours melding into one another, her perceptive of time paled in comparison. Jackson was her new home, their new home, a home filled with survivors and fighters. a place where she could begin to feel some semblance of safety. —

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