They finally crossed the bridge to the other side of the city. Olivia's gaze wandered over the ruined city.
Her mind replaying fragments of the world her parents once described—a place of laughter, bustling streets, and carefree youth. A world where kids skipped classes, teenagers rebelled against curfews, and adults worried about bills, not monsters. It felt like a cruel fairytale now, a life of freedom that she had never tasted, just out of reach.
She wondered how she would have lived her life, if the apocalypse didn't happen.
It had always been like a fairytale to her. Her favourite part of the story was the rollercoaster ride. According to mom, having a kiss on the ride was the most magical feeling in the world.
Her life had been different from the life her mother had talked about. She had been subjected to scrutiny and harsh treatment as she came from the lowest section.
