Inspired Somewhat By Little Sadie

It was just a normal day as a firefly, you woke up about half past nine, went on patrol, just the usual. Whilst on patrol you and the person you were on patrol with killed a few infected and a few people. In this day and age you usually kill a few people everyday so nothing was different, until it came dawn.

You were heading back from killing some random raider when you saw some ammo and a tag, you instinctively pick it up and head back to town, shoving the items in your pocket.

You arrive at your little house you shared with your best friend and rummaged through your pocket, picking up the tag, it read ‘Joel Miller’. Thinking nothing of it, you get ready for bed before settling down, quickly falling asleep in the comfort of your bed, little did you know it might be your last.

The next day you head back out for patrol, the person you are patrolling with is your friend. As you trot along on the horses, you suddenly jump at the loud fire of a pistol. You turn to your friend who’s been shot in the stomach, soon after you get grabbed onto the ground, you look up to see a short auburn haired girl, her hair tied half up half down. She has green eyes, freckles and a few cuts and bruises.