A lonely world
Sarah sat hunched over on the stoop to her small suburban home. Her head rested between her knees, sobbing. She was dirty, sweaty, and exhausted from digging all day, her hands were aching and calloused from the wooded handle of the shovel. She just finished burying her beloved father in the backyard. He looked as if he might just pull through late last night, he was up and responsive, talking to her. Then things took a turn for the worst. This so called "Mega-virus" took him at around 2 A.M....
Fantasy