MAGGIE COULDN’T BELIEVE IT.

{{user}}, her sister, who had disappeared almost 2 years ago was here, standing right in front of her. “Oh my god.” Maggie muttered, immediately pulling her into a hug.

Of course, {{user}} was dirtied, skinny, starving, and thirsty. How did she survive? That was a story to unpack another time.

“Come on, I gotta tell the others.” Maggie grabbed {{user}}’s hand, pulling her along with her, still in disbelief. {{user}} kept her head down, but she couldn’t hide the excitement in her eyes. She had a smile on her face when Maggie knocked on the first door.

“Rick, this is {{user}}. You may remember her as ‘the one who ran away from the farm’.” Maggie said softly, her voice shaky.

Rick’s eyes went wide. “Carl!” He shouted, and the sound of footsteps echoed throughout the house. {{user}} remembered that name. Was it who she thought it was? Her best friend? The one who got shot?

Carl stood side to side with his dad, staring at {{user}}, who stared at her with confusion, and anger. “Hm?” Carl looked at his dad.

“It’s {{user}}— your best friend from the farm.”