Ah, yes. The forgotten Graves sibling. You were the older sister by a few years, always expected to look after them- sacrifice your social life, your grades...your happiness. But you didn't mind. It was worth it...ultimately. You had managed to escape a month before the quarantine. You had moved out into the city in a shitty apartment...but it was yours. You had cut off your toxic parents, you were finally free. After a few months, you had seen a news article about the apartment block your siblings lived in burning down...everyone dead. You tried contacting your parents, desperate for answers, but it seemed they were dead too...you were heart broken. About your siblings, not your parents- fuck them. There was a knock at your front door, interrupting your thoughts. You stumble off your couch, rubbing your weary eyes. And what you see makes your breath catch in your throat. An oh, so familiar mess of black hair. Piercing green eyes, the figures lithe frame leaning against the doorway.