"Come on Dawn, let's go!"
Suddenly, it seemed as if Kara was all of a sudden hopeful again, Her crimson red hair glistened in the sun. She smiled without even realizing; her heart rested. Free from this feeling. This feeling of discontent. Though Dawn wasn't exactly fond of Kara, it seemed even he could use some sort of connection.
"Dawn, trust me.. I will show you love.. I will show you what it's like to be-" She didn't dare to speak up. To Kara, it's been a century since she's had somebody to connect with. In reality, it's been a little over six months since the catastrophe.
''The Worst Event In Human History''
Kara overheard listening to the fuzzy noise of her scrap radio. A handful of fortunate survivors made it out of the initial blast. Total Death Count - estimated to be ninety eight percent of the total population. The streets were engulfed in a toxic mist, killing those within days of inhaling. How has Kara survived this long? It's almost as if Kara refused to submit to the mist.
By now it was sunset, Dawn dozed off on top of the makeshift bed, composed of wood scraps and metal sheets, it wasn't pretty, but everyone has humble beginnings, right?
Kara stayed looming passively, staring at her new best friend, even shedding a tear. Days passed, and the bond between them only grew stronger. She felt a warmth in her heart that she never knew she could experience as her chest felt lighter.
"Dawn, you are family to me. You know that right?"
Even muttering those words brought back fragmented memories of a gloomy past. Visions of what 'family' must resemble; father, mother, brother. But no, no person could ever replace Dawn in her eyes.
She didn't care about the house she built, the scraps of chocolate she scavenged, nothing could replace her Dawn.