[center][h1][color=0072bc]Lonely World, Season One[/color][/h1][/center]

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[hr][h3][color=gray]August 29th, 2018 - One Week after the accident…[/color][/h3]
[sub][h3][color=gray]01:30 | The Smith Household[/color][/h3][/sub]
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A thunderstorm had rolled in as darkness covered the city like a veil. Up until now, the blackness of the asphalt streets had never been rivaled by the night. Up until now, they hadn’t seen a country-wide-- no, a worldwide disaster such as this one. The power was still on in about half of the city. Lights still speckled the downtown streets of Toronto, but left the more isolated suburbs and rural areas shrouded in dark.

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Lizzy gently shifted one of the blind panels aside and peered through the tiny sliver of window that she could see. Outside, the rain still fell in the dead of night, the clouds blocking out any remaining light that the moon would have casted upon the now silent city. The young brunette’s eyes scanned across the dark street, though what she was looking for remained unknown.

[i] “I don’t see anything..” [/i] She whispered back in the direction of her mother, her voice quivering as she did. Lizzy’s mind raced, a thunderstorm of emotions more violent than the storm outside, raged inside of her head. At first, it had been panic like most people would’ve felt. Then came the true fear and the overwhelming nature of what had happened had hit her. Finally, a wave of sadness, before she had finally accepted the situation and started to wonder about their future. However long-- or short, that may be.

She slumped back down against the wall of the house, her knife grasped gently in her hand. A shiver went up her spine as she thought of the dead body in the next room over, the person that had all but raised her, gone from this world. A single tear rolled down her face, almost invisible in the dark, but still present. A show of mourning for her. Lizzy balled a fist; She would not be overtaken so easily.

[i] “...S-so...now what?”[/i]