"Simon!" Marceline screamed waking herself up. She had dreamed about him again, they were running, he was practically dragging her, and he kept singing to himself. He sung her the song that comforted him when the crown took control of his mind. Everything around Marceline was a blur, but she wanted to know what they were running from, who they were running from. Was it the humans now turned into radioactive creatures? Was it some kind of ravaging animal that could tear them apart? No. Marceline saw Simon behind her laughing wildly. His laugh piercing into her ear, and creating hot tears that burned her eyes.
She sat up on her cot sweating cold, sick sweat; her black hair was sticking to her face. "Simon," she whispered feeling tears well up in her eyes. She missed him so much it made her sick, she was all alone, and she couldn't handle the thought of that anymore.
Marceline looked up at the sky and saw the sun coming up from the rubble mountain, so she decided to wipe her tears and start her day. Even though young Marceline was only 11 years old, she made herself prepared for any attack. She strapped a knife around her boot, and tucked a gun under her shirt. She told herself she wasn't going to die, she knew she had to find Simon first.
She rolled up her cot and placed another gun inside the cot and threw it over her shoulder. She grabbed for Hambo and kept him in her arms, he needed to be close. She needed to keep moving, she had to find a place habitable to live. The morning was cold and little Marceline was still dressed for the summer.
Everywhere she moved she ran.
Her surroundings were blurred as she ran into an abandoned clothing store and grabbed a jacket. She had to be fast and quiet, the humans were always sleeping but always ready to feast. She ran out of the store and climbed the rumble from the war. Her head was filled with words that jumbled into a million thoughts and made her head pound as she ran.
Anything she tried to think of didn't make sense, and soon she felt tears running down her face again as she climbed a rocky cliff. She had ran far, about a mile or two and she needed a break. "Water," she said trying to think of one thing at a time. She pulled herself over the edge of the cliff and grabbed for her water container. It was finally daybreak, and Marceline was ready for bed. She was exhausted, and winded. She no longer wanted to do anything. But she couldn't think that way, if she did then she wouldn't survive.
The water was cool going down her warm parched throat. "A tree would look pretty here," Marceline said to herself as she touched the wrecked Earth. She grabbed an acorn from her pocket and dug a small hole with her hands. "Making your way in the world today takes everything you got," Marceline sang placing the small acorn in to the ground. But, all she thought about was her friend; and his favorite song. "Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name," She continued to sing watering the soil.
And she kept singing until the sun was high in the sky