A/N: It has been nearly two years. Fear not, this fic is still in development. In fact, I will be doing a Vampire Diaries drabble as well. I haven't forgotten about any of you. I've been badly depressed and fighting friend betrayals for the past year that stagnated my writing. But now, it's finally back. Time to focus on a neglected and underused character, Amy.
chapter 11: dolphin girl
They had never been as close as she would have liked. That came with being the younger sister, didn't it?
Andrea was cool, confident, and always had friends by her side. Her sister could conquer the world. Her sister could do anything she put her mind to. She got top grades in school. She earned high honors in the college she went to for that degree in feminism and social sciences.
Amy, on the other hand, had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. Amy was just there. Amy had friends, she had somewhat of a social life. But she was never as cool as Andrea was.
Her father always overprotected her on their little farm. Occasionally, he reminded her of what was out there. He just loved her too much, she thought. But he was her dad and he loved her all the same. He used to tell her stories about the dolphins and how they would let her swim with them, if she was good enough.
From then on, she always dreamed of dolphins and of SeaWorld. It looked like the ideal dream, being surrounded by such gentle animals.
People told Amy she lived in a fantasy world, but she simply was optimistic. Was that so wrong?
She wanted to be a marine biologist. That's what she wanted to do.
Then, it happened.
She came home and found her father, groaning and eating the body of their neighbor.
"Dad?" She cried.
He turned his sightless eyes towards her.
Whatever this thing was, it wasn't her father.
She froze, and as he approached, Andrea came, swinging a shovel down into their father's head.
She stared, wide-eyed.
"You killed dad!" She cried.
"That wasn't Dad." Andrea said coolly.
He was, apparently, what they called a walker.
The world went to hell and Amy could only just watch, as usual a girl in a fantasy, in a daydream.
Andrea promised she'd bring her something. It was her birthday, didn't such things still matter?
It was fun, so many people and so many fun drinks and shared laughs and-
"What? Can't I go to the bathroom in peace?" She slurred.
A hand grabbed hers.
It wasn't a living hand.
It was a dead hand.
She screamed as it took bites out of her arm.
Blood poured like a fountain as the dead came rushing in, towards the ignorant masses around her.
'Oh god, I'm dying…' She thought as the walker put its fangs around her throat and bit down.
"Amy!"
Her older sister, calling her name.
She reached out her hand to her, weakly consoling her in her final moments.
'I'm going to be with the dolphins now…'
With that, Amy Harris died.
The walker awoke to the smell of meat.
Why was the meat raining?
It reached out a hand to paw at the meat.
"I'm sorry, Amy."
Of course, it couldn't understand what was said to it, as she blew her former sister's brains out.
I'm the worst little sister ever.
Those were the final thoughts Amy ever had as she died.
