Third person POV
six years ago
A seven-year old girl runs though the woods. She laughed at the thought that her little sis would never cash up to her. Suddenly a man comes into view. "Dad!" The man smiled. "Beatrix!" Beatrix was not aware that her little sis had caught up to her. Well, until, she trips her, anyway. "Aahhhhhh!" Beatrix yells as she tumbles and somehow manges to get the DNA sample from her dad's microscope that he was holding into her arm.
present day. Beatrix POV
It was raining. That's exactly how the world should feel. Sad. Misable. Horrible. For it made me lose my father. And now I would have to go live at this dumb old "saving people" camp. How? Long story. My dad was a member of the army. Six years ago, World War Z started. He ran off to fight, only to be bitten, and left by his so-called crew. My little sis, Felicia, and my mom, both got the vacsion. But for some strange reason, I couldn't. So we had to leave. Right now we had just entered our prison. Fel and Mom got out, but I was determiened not to give anyone the sedition that I had given up hope for my father.