15 YEARS AFTER THE BLACKOUT
It was a hot day in the post-electricity world, and Charlie was levelling up her crossbow skills so she could one day defeat The Cape. She kept doing that ridiculous simpering face she always does, and Miles had had just about enough.
'Look Charlie,' he said broodingly, doing his serious face, 'I'm a bad person. I'm, like, really mean and scary. I was the head of the militia, so I've done terrible, awful things and I'm basically evil.'
'Sure thing, Unca Miles!' beamed Charlie idiotically. As she spoke she fluffed her next shot and accidentally shot a bunny rabbit in it's furry little leg. 'Aw, shucks.'
Miles leapt at the rabbit, grabbed it and snapped the arrow's stalk. 'This is gonna hurt, little guy,' he growled, then quickly pulled the arrow through the bleeding leg. Then he ripped a bit of his evil black shirt off and expertly tied it round the leg to stop the bleeding. The rabbit hobbled happily off into the undergrowth.
Charlie continued doing her only face, but the pale imitation of Lost music suggested she was filled with hope and wonder. 'Aw, Unca Miles, you saved the widdle wabbit!'
'Shut up,' growled Miles, blushing like a damn girl. 'I'm totally evil!'