Mia
My name is Mia. I sit in the middle of the woods and wait for them to come. I sit and wait to fight them. I hear a crack in the branches. It's time. I unsheathe my dagger and ready my fighting stance. Hands move branches and leaves out of the way. The geeks couldn't do that. I lower my dagger and step a little closer. A boy of about thirteen revealed himself. He looked around and when his eyes found me his mouth stood agape and his eyes got wide.
"Mia?" he asked quietly.
I nodded and I put my dagger away. I thought that when I left everyone had either left with their families or just turned. I thought that I lost them all. Here in front of me though was my best friend. Carl stood in front of me, alive. How he managed to survive three years without his dad, I have no idea. I remember the day Carl told me. That was nearly a week before the outbreak. His dad couldn't have survived. I ran forward to hug him. I started to cry in his shoulder.
"Shhh. Don't cry," he whispered in my ear.
Lots of things have changed about him. His voice has gotten deeper, he has grown almost an entire foot, and he wore a sheriff's hat. It must've been his dad's. I pulled away to look at him. I'd almost forgotten what he looked like. I used to see him every day, but since the day they pulled us from school, I've been on my own. I wiped the tears from my eyes.
"Let's take you home," he said as he held me next to him.