We moved into our grandparents' house, an actual house that had four entire bedrooms as opposed to the two-bedroom apartment back in the city.
Everyone's life in the village had been flipped upside down, for better or for worse.
For my sister? She was easily the least adapted to it.
The first challenge she faced was the sounds of the early rooster, then the walk to the well for water was met with the smell of animal feces on the road.
It was clear she really disliked the place. But it was still better than waking up in the middle of the night due to zombies.
Meanwhile, my parent.
They were saddened to hear that Grandma and Grandpa had passed away during the initial outbreak.
My sister and I didn't have too big of a reaction. Or maybe we just didn't know how to process the news at the time.
Perhaps, both of us had already assumed it to be unavoidable after seeing all the elderly we faced on the apartment's 2nd floor locked inside their houses.
