[center][h1][color=0072bc]Elizabeth and[/color] [color=00a651]Amanda Smith[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr][h3][color=gray]August 29th, 2018 - I dunno what to write here now...[/color][/h3]
[sub][h3][color=gray]03:15 | The Smith Household[/color][/h3][/sub]
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[color=0072bc]"Like hell you're sorry!"[/color] Lizzy snapped. Her mind was racing out of control and tears were now streaming down her face. She looked to her mother with stormy eyes before tucking her head down against her knees. Caitlyn was dead....gone. It had all gone so fast. One second, Caitlyn had been in the bathroom, and then there was screaming as the creatures had swarmed her from the bathtub. It was mere moments before she had been turned, the sheer amount of them having overwhelmed the poor woman. 

[color=0072bc]"You barely knew her, not even close to the extent that I did. The only reason you're saying sorry is because now you have take care of me and not run your god damn business!"[/color] Lizzy wasn't even thinking as the words poured from her mouth, months of pent of frustration now being forced out in a desperate attempt of self preservation. Her nails dug into her legs as she cried, her breathing shallow and gasping as she vented. It had finally broken her. The overwhelming thoughts of Caitlyn filling her mind and drowning out everything else.

Armanda quietly kept looking through the drawers and shelfs for something to eat when Lizzy vented. She had no retorts. She had nothing to reply with. At least nothing that would make things better. But just like Lizzy, Amanda was at the breaking point. She tried her best to stay calm, taking deep breaths as she grasped the can so hard her knuckles turned white. She poured the contents into a bowl and put it into the microwave and turned it on.

She turned around and walked back into the living room and walked up to a nearby table and grabbed a stack of papers before tossing them into Lizzy's lap. [color=39b54a]"The papers appointing a CEO of the company that would run it instead of me. So that I could spend more time with you and Cait. Not like it matters now though with the world going to hell."[/color] Amanda started fiddling with the hem of her top, a trait she had never gotten over. 

I[color=39b54a]"I really am sorry for all of this. I really am sorry about Cait. Because I know you love her. Even when I was going to step down I was not going to fire her, because i knew you loved her."[/color] Amanda walked out of the room again at the sound of a beep and shortly returned with a plate of soup and handed it to Lizzy. [color=39b54a]"Here, eat up. You're going to need some food."[/color] She felt like she wanted to shout and scream, but she never did. Her face was still relativly calm as she spoke and grabbed a nearby hankerchif and handed it to Lizzy. [color=39b54a]"I know I'm not a good mother, but I do try..."[/color]

Lizzy was silent as she ate the semi-warm canned pasta, her breaths still short and shallow as she calmed down.  She grudgingly looked at the papers, the bold title of the contract staring her right in the face. With a deep breath and a final bite of pasta, she stood up and walked over and placed her bowl on the counter. Pacing over to the door and into her room, she began to collect a few things of importance-- her drumsticks, pocket knife, cell phone with earbuds --and stuffed them into her small backpack.

She ventured out to the closet next to the doorway, collecting the hatchet she had hidden there. Lizzy had been afraid of people breaking in and had hidden a hatchet by the doorway in some attempt at false security. She grabbed her soft-shell jacket and hiking boots, before getting ready to head into the literal dead of night. [color=0072bc]"I assume we're leaving then, considering the cellar really isn't a viable option anymore."[/color]

"[color=39b54a]Leaving at night isn't a good option either. If those things can see in the dark then we won't be around for very long. I say we eat out full, then sleep until the morning. We can both fit in the small bunker and if needs be we can leave through the emergency exit. Then as morning comes we pack up as much as we can before we leave."[/color] Amanda sighed. She really did not want to leave at night. Who knew what senses the monsters could use. Sight? Smell? Hearing? And if they've improved over a normal person? There were way too many uncertanties for her, too risky.