Something in the food supply, they said. My wife and I ate almost exclusively organic food, most of it grown locally. My wife, though, she liked to ch...at. She would stop and get a hamburger here, or soda there—nothing major, but enough.Whatever the cause, it didn't affect me. I hadn't seen anyone in quite a long time. I was tucked away here in the woods. I had looked for survivors, of course, but hadn't found many. The ones that I did find weren't eager for outside contact.After the power had. A petite, athletic girl stood in front of her, decked out in her cammies, hat off, bag over her shoulder. She had light blond hair, perfectly arched eyebrows and a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Flawless skin topped off a perfect looking body that looked to be around 5'8" or 5'9". Since when did they let beauty queens in the military, is what she thought. The girl was biting her lip, looking slighty nervous as she faced her. Julie knew she could be intimidating to. It isn't dirty, or anything, just the texture's weird. Or, more like, it looks weird. Like tiny mountains stretching across the entire thing. I can't really reach it from where I am, so maybe it's not as bad as the light from my computer makes it out to be. Maybe if I jumped I could reach it. But, getting up would be too much work. Plus, my bed is really cozy.I burrow myself further into the Ducklett-down mattress, pressing my big, poofy blankets against my bare figure. I couldn't sleep, and. The sisters had rang their bell indicating they needed Cinderella for something. Since the Step-mother was out she expected the bell to be ringing non-stop but in the two hours since she had gone to town this was the first ring. And it was odd. Though Cinderella was grateful she was still a bit suspicious. The music room had light purple walls with a mismatching red and gold rug. Her real mother had had it decorated differently but when her father remarried after her mothers death, Lady.