Helloooooo! It's all about the random kids in the entire FAYZ, doing what they do. Whether it's drugs, alcohol, working, chilling, suffering froma disease, dying, living, whatever, I'm writing their story. None of the characters that I will write about are in the story, nor do they exist in the GONE world. Just my own little imagination.

Each chapter is dedicated to each kid. At the end, I will write what had happened to them, whether it's their death, their breakthroughs, or their breakdowns.

Hope you enjoy the second chappy! Sarah's a sweetie ^^

Sarah McKaughy

Sarah McKaughy sat in the plaza, watching as children stuffed their little faces with Thanksgiving turkey and other foods, tears mixing with their stuffings. Her own stomach growled for nourishment, but she refused to give in to it. Not while her sister, Michelle, was under one of those crosses. The crosses that bore the names of the dead, including her dear Michelle.

She stared at her food longingly, her mouth watering along with her eyes.

Sarah had survived, running and hiding in the McDonalds as the raging, wild canines swarmed. She prayed and prayed behind the counter, begging God to save her sisters from the coyotes. But when Sarah emerged, God had only saved her. Michelle had died, shot in the back by a random bullet. Sarah hadn't prayed for her to survive that, and before she could, it was too late.

Now she only had one sister left, Jenny, who was one of the little prees sitting near Mary, eating and giggling. Jenny was five. Sarah was eight.

Michelle was only eleven.

An ancient eleven.

Sarah sat alone, looking up as Sam Temple spoke a speech. She looked with bitterness and rage in her throat. She wanted to scream, she wanted to curse, she wanted to commit sins that God himself couldn't have even thought of. No, Sarah thought, God knows everything.

So she sat and listened with shrewd silence.

Once Sam sat down, he swallowed the rest of his meal and took pretty little Astrid by the hand, leading her away from the plaza. Sarah was younger, but she knew what they were going to do: couple stuff. She wrinkled her nose in distaste and listened as her stomach groaned.

"Lucky ducks…" She whispered to herself. She wrapped her arms around her middle.

Sarah wished that she hadn't just given Jenny up to Mary. She wished she had Jenny back. Jenny, who could make her now lonely home less lonely. But she sat pretty on Mary's lap, rosy cheeked and laughing. Sarah's hopes dissolved and she knew she couldn't take her back from that.

She didn't want to lose another sister.

Sarah looked up to the sky, if you could call it that, and prayed. Hands clasped and heart beating faster, she whispered, "God… if you can hear me… please help me. You took Michelle back because she hated this place. She deserved to go, she's good, but why leave me? Alone? I've loved you and I still do… Please help me… I want to go home… I miss Michelle… I know you know best and everything, but… I wish she wasn't dead, anyway."

"Amen." A voice muttered. Sarah whirled around to find a hulk of a boy passing by. He stopped and sat on the concrete corner, nearby her.

Orc looked down at her with saddened eyes. Sarah looked up with frightened and disgusted eyes. She tried to hide it, but it didn't work too well. He snorted, looking away at the graves. "Michelle?" He grunted. "Row three, cross four?" Sarah opened her mouth, but closed it. Orc snorted again. "You said it… Wish she ain't dead neither…"

Sarah knew very well they weren't talking about the same people.

Her little heart was pounding in her chest.

He was a murderer.

But tears welled up in her eyes anyway. "I miss my sissy…" Sarah cried softly. Orc gave her a look.

"Well you didn't kill her, did you?" He sneered. In his hand was a can of beer, which he looked down at. He didn't open it.

"I didn't kill her, but God took her away…" Sarah whimpered. "I want her back, though…"

"You see God anywhere?" Orc slurred. He looked back to the graves, staring at the one that mattered most to him. "He sure as hell ain't helpin' me none…" His eyes moistened a tad. "He sure as hell ain't helpin' her now…"

Sarah sniffled and then looked down at her plate, which was almost full. She grabbed a slice of turkey off of it and looked up at the monster, who was staring miserably at the ground. She stood up to reach his face. "Here…" She said, putting the meat towards him. "Michelle used to tell me you can't be sad with a full belly…"

Orc eyes slowly found their way to the slice of turkey, which he took into his own meaty, gravelly fingers, and popped into his mouth. Sarah sat down, taking a bit of her pie and smushing it into her mouth. She felt something cold touch her head. She looked up to see an offering from Orc.

He held out his beer, tab unopened. Orc looked at her with dull eyes.

Sarah shook her head slowly. "No thank you."

His expression was blank. "Takes the pain away." He spoke slowly. "For a while, at least…"

"I'm not hurt."

Orc's brows furrowed with sorrow. "I am."

Her face softened and she realized what he spoke about. She took the can from his bowling-ball sized hands and held it in her small hands. It was dripping with condensation, cool to the touch.

Sarah tried to open the tab with no avail. "I can't open it… Maybe God's trying to tell me something." She tried to reason. Orc snorted and took the can back, cracking it open with a single fist clench. Sarah squeaked at the crunch.

He thrust his hand back out, crushed can in hand. In it, a slosh of beer remained. He waited for her to take it back. She took it, and gave him a small thanks. He watched her as she stared at the crushed can, the yellow-gold liquid foaming and bubbling. A rancid odor reaching her nostrils. She shuddered as a voice carried across the plaza.

"Orc!" Both the monster and the little girl looked up to find a dark-skinned boy waving. Howard yelled over the noise. "C'mon!"

Orc scowled and got up, no good bye or anything. Not even a wave.

Sarah watched him lumber off, his shoulder slouched and his swagger dull. She then looked at the can of beer and frowned, dumping it on the ground and chucking the can over her shoulder.

Pain can be numbed, but some pains are meant to feel.

*Sarah McKaughy adopted her younger sister Jenny back and is living in a different house than her real one. She prays every night with Jenny for Michelle and their parents, and hasn't touched a single ounce of alcohol. She works with Quinn as a rower for his boats, and fishes to get food for her makeshift family.*

Miss Rouge Apple~ YAY! Happier ending than the first chapter! 8D LOL! I really liked this one ^^ Sarah was fun since I was able to write with my fav character... ORC! WHOOO! But he's a total bad influence. Giving beers to eight year olds? C'mon, man... Drunk eight year olds are not funny, boy.

Orc: Totally are C8

Rouge: -_-'

Thanks for reading! Please review! ^^