[center][b][u][h3][color=a2d39c]Olivia Zesiger[/color][/h3][/u][/b][/center]

[color=silver]There was nothing wrong with waking up early. At least, that's what Olivia thought. Her father always claimed that it was a waste of time to sleep extremely late, especially when one could be doing something much more useful. She remembered the last time she saw him, when he ruffled her hair and laughed as he told her that she could achieve whatever she wanted. Well, it was a while ago, and she hadn't seen her father in at least a year... but his words still rang out clear and true within her memory.

That was why Olivia was more than willing to help her mother with chores. She helped her clean the table once they finished eating breakfast and even gave her a hand washing the dishes. When they were done, her mother bent down before her and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. [b]"Olivia, dear, will you go to the meadows and gather some flowers? The ones in the vase have died already,"[/b] she told her daughter with a voice as sweet as honey.

[color=a2d39c][b]"Sure, mom,"[/b][/color] Olivia practically bounced on her toes. An adventure through the district sounded even more fun than sticking around at home. Her mother handed her a basket and she was on her way, trotting through the bustling crowds. It took her no time at all for her to get to the fields.

After a long while foraging for the prettiest flowers and frolicking about, Olivia finally filled the basket with blue and golden blooms. She smiled to herself as she began to walk back to civilization, her eyes continuously flicking down to the flowers in her basket. [color=a2d39c][b]"Mom's gonna be so happy with the gold ones! Even though I'm not so sure what they are..."[/b][/color] she chimed to herself. But before she could make it back home, the flow of people around the gates began to get excited. Olivia paused for a moment, deciding to follow the men and women that had gathered around the entrance. What was going on?

[b]"The Survey Corps is back!"[/b] shouted a man near her. With that, Olivia scrambled into action; she pushed her way through the crowds, spilling some of the flowers behind her as she struggled to make her way to the front. Her heart beat frantically between her ribs. She had to get to the front, and quick-- what if she wasn't able to see her father?

Olivia finally made it to the front, but not without a glare or disgruntled look from other bystanders. Excitedly, she watched the Survey Corps pass through. She didn't notice the expressionless features upon each of their faces, at first. Olivia instead focused on trying to find her father, which was surprisingly easy. Of course, she did not even question such a fact-- instead, she waved and called for her parent. [color=a2d39c][b]"Dad! [i]Dad--[/i]!"[/b][/color]

But the mousy-haired man did not look in her direction. In fact, it seemed like he did not even hear her. Olivia deflated as he passed by, confused. Why did he look so terrible? All of the faces of the Survey Corps members were the same, and she frowned as she realized they all looked gaunt and emotionally diminished. Suddenly, the air wasn't as excited anymore.[/color]