If We Survive

Part Three: The Girl Who Died

Oh my God it rythmes with the first part

I am literally the cleverest person I've ever met. 

This is the last part of IWS

It's gonna last roughly 30 chpaters

Holy shit what have I gotten myself into.  

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There was a girl, sitting on a park bench. In all repects (Save the fact that there was a shotgun leaning up against the bench). she seemed normal- lank brown hair that looked only slightly unkept, like she had slept on it a few nights. Her simple grey top and plaid overshirt hung raggedly off of her skinny frame, just like she had grown a lot in a short amount of time. She looked almost like a runaway in the old world, an outcast, thinking that her problems would dissapear behind her. 

Across from her, lain out on a million woodchips was a park- slides and climbing walls, firepoles, the works. Anna had stopped her here, in a tiny town in the mountians, to play. Cassy was not all together sure of the last time that she had gotten to be a kid- God knows she had to act like a big kid since the zap. Hell, she had probubly watched her parents die. 

So that's where she sat, looking out. There was not a single person in the town- she had checked the whole place twice, but everyone was dead or changed. The sky was grey with an early spring storm, ready to pour down a thousand teardrops of rain on everyone, ready to drive them back to the car, to drive another hundred miles. Cassy wasn't alltogether sure they where still in Colorado- she was somewhat sure that the farm had been somwherein New Mexico- she was right. 

She had gone far, in her wanderings, and had come even farthur. She didn't know what lay ahead; old friends and new enimies, hopes and failures, it was all for her, all in one place. It would lay heavy on her heart in the days ahead, sometimes it would feel like too heavy of a burden to bear, but she would make it, right up until the bittersweet end.