Wren is a seventeen year old girl who does what she needs to do to survive. She was born a year before the apocalypse. Wren has two sisters who care of her, teaching the young child to fight, hunt, and survive.
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Sixteen years of fighting, going...
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We've finally made it. We made it to the fair. It felt like years, but once we finally arrived we all calmed down.
I looked around the kingdom. My guitar sat on my back. It has a strap so it's easier to carry. Luke taught me a little and played a little bit while we made our way to kingdom. Everyone enjoyed that a lot. It was peaceful. The quiet chatter and the strumming of the guitar as we rode along the dirt road, it was peaceful.
Kids ran around like crazy, they screamed and laughed. Trading market shops were open. People were eating food. It's like how my sisters would describe what life used to be like.
"Everyone felt content, the time went by faster than anything."
Everyone had a smile on their face, kids laughed and played tag and games. Game's I have never seen in my life. Stands stood up around the entire Kingdom, selling things they have been working on like crafts.
The fair is beautiful. Lights hung up all around the place, a tiger sat on the balcony. It was obviously fake, who would ever have a real one? Little colorful flags were hung up. I started to unload all the stuff from the wagons. "Follow me." Tara told me, so I followed her with a large crate of stuff.
I sat it down on the table and Tara started to unload and sort through it, setting things down on the picnic bench.
"Hi guys!" Carol stood behind us, Tara jumped up a little and hugged her. Carol then hugged me, which definitely caught me by surprise.
A man with dreads stood behind us, he smiled and then hugged Tara. "Hello, and now who are you?" The man asked me with a grin on his face.
"I'm Wren." I spoke up while playing with the bracelet Bernie made me on my wrist.
He nodded at me, "Nice to meet you Wren. I'm king Ezekiel, you can call me Ezekiel."
I nodded my head. "This place is beautiful. You guys must've worked hard on this."
He looked around, taking it all in again, like he didn't just build it a few days ago. "Thank you. We sure did put in a lot of effort."
"Where's Henry?" Carol asked Tara. Her question made Ezekiel turn around instantly, worry plastered all over his face.
"He's not here yet? What about Daryl? We were meeting them here." I started searching the place with my eyes.
My sister isn't back yet, it's been over 12 hours. She could be seriously hurt.
Tara eyebrows were sewn together with confusion. She searched around like they would be behind her. I put my hands through my hair. What happened out there? I should've said goodbye. What if they really are hurt?
"Where exactly are they?" Carol asked Tara and I. I'm speechless, my mouth stayed open while I searched the fair grounds in panic.
