[table][row][cell][b]9:30AM, March 5, 2005[/b][/cell][cell][right][b]Angie's house, Brooklyn, NY[/b][/right][/cell][/row][/table][center][h1][b][color=pink]Angie[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
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[quote]
"Bang, [indent][h3]bang, [/h3][indent][h2]bang,"[/h2][/indent][/indent]

[center][color=pink][i]What was that sound?[/i][/color]
Angie opened her eyes, startled. She found herself laying sideways on her bed, staring at her bedroom door. 
Someone, or something, was out there. [color=gray][i]Don't open it...[/i][/color]

[color=pink][i]Where is daddy and mommy?[/i][/color] She wondered, as she looked around her room. It was pitch dark. [color=gray][i]Don't open it...[/i][/color]

The banging stopped for a second, then the sound of heavy breathing and wood scratching. 
[color=pink][i]W-who's there?[/i][/color] she sat up, hugging her koala plushie with her as she stood up timidly facing the door. [color=gray][i]Don't open it...[/i][/color]

[color=pink][i]Where is the light? W-why is it so dark here?[/i][/color] she sobbed, braving herself to step towards the door. 
[color=pink][i]Sis, i-is that you? This is NOT funny ~ I'll tell daddy about it...[/i][/color] [color=gray][i]Don't open it...[/i][/color]

The noise stopped as she arrived at the door. [color=pink][i]W-who is this? I'll open it now...[/i][/color]
Tiptoeing, she tried to reach for the door knob~ [color=gray][i]Don't open it...[/i][/color]
[h2]"Bang!"[/h2][/center]
[right]The door responded with a loud slam,			
and she woke up.[/right]
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	Sunlight shone over the opened window, caressing Angie's chubby cheek as she woke up from her nightmare, sweating hard. She sat up and listened carefully. Noises of morning wind brushing through tree leaves, the sizzling sound of Rick's cooking downstairs. There was no signs of undead. [color=pink][i]Another bad dream~[/i][/color] 

The girl left her koala toy on her bed as she changed into the long sleeve T-Shirt and denim pants Rick prepared her the night before. She looked around. Her bedroom looked exactly the same like how it was when her parents were still around. Purple walls with a lilac carpet flooring. A single bed right beside the window and a reach-in closet that was big enough for Angie to hide in. 

A couple of months had passed since the initial outbreak, Angie's parents never got back from their work and her sister was dead. She shivered slightly, as the four year-old recalled vividly how scared she was, being left all alone in the dark before Rick and Rocky found her. [color=pink][i]It's okay now silly,[/i][/color] she comforted herself; she was now living together with the two of them.

[center][h1][b][color=00BFFF]Rick[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

In the kitchen, Rick was cooking with a gas stove. They had scavenged a box of gas canisters from the neighborhood two weeks ago. He had to gather firewood to start a fire whenever they needed to cook back then; and last winter was really tough, as they almost died starving.

He knew that Angie had woken up as he heard footsteps running down the stairs. Just seconds later, a tiny head popped out peeking from behind the door. [color=pink]"Good morning ~!"[/color] she giggled and ran in cheerfully hugging on Rick. [color=pink]"What's for breakfast today?"[/color] she asked, smiling as the girl looked at him. 

[color=00BFFF]"Spaghetti with mushrooms and ham,"[/color] the man replied, smiling back gently. Rick had been stuck with Angie for months now, knewing that she was a burden as she could not do anything herself and he had to protect her every now and then from the undead. The kid was often positive, but at times when things got tough she would break into tears easily; and Rick needed to find ways to comfort her. He could have left her alone where he found her, but he also knew that she could never have survived a day out there on her own. He liked the kid.

[center][h1][b][color=DAA520]Rocky[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

Rocky came in from the living room, wiggling its tail as the aroma of food reached the dog's sensitive nose. [color=pink]"Good doggy ~"[/color] Angie patted Rocky's head as she helped Rick put its food on the floor. Rick had cooked a separate serving of spaghetti for Rocky without the sauce. Together, the trio enjoyed their brunch together before starting another day out in the dangerous post-apocalyptic world.