Hannah Wrenly
"I can hear the song from the wind."
Hannah did as he told her and tried to stay awake. But her eyes on the hand pretended to be butterflies and fluttered shut. She began to have a nightmare.
Hannah ran down a road during the rain. She didn't know how she knew it, but she instinctively knew that she was eleven. She slid on the mud and turned around. The infected were so close to her, she swore if they breathed she would be able to smell it. She slipped around until she got back up on her feet and continued running down the road and into a building. She didn't stop before hitting the building, she literally ran into it.
Hannah let out a whimper of sorts then opened a door, slamming it shut behind her. "They are behind me. We gotta go!" She said to the three people in the room. One was a boy four years older than her, a woman much older than them whom was supposedly the boys mom, and some random Mexican who only liked being called, "The Mexican Guy". Nobody had real time to react before the poundings on the building started. Hannah stumbled over to the boy and clung to him.
The woman pulled out a few knives and handed those to the kids. "The Mexican Guy" and the woman pulled pistols from their belts. The little boy hadn't shown fear yet, but he was slowly loosing his composure when he got the hint that they were supposed to leave the adults. The woman grabbed their shoulders. "Get away from here. We will hold them off. I promise we will try to be right behind you. If we don't... If we don't make it never change who you are. Become stronger. Never weaker." Hannah tried to grab onto the woman but she was pushing her and the boy outside. That was the last time she would see those two alive. The next time Hannah saw them was when they were torn apart in the shed, making her the hard rock she needed to be besides for the boy. The boy was the only one she would be open with for a very very long time.
This time it was further in the future. Hannah remembers the boys name in this memory. His name is Jax. Jax and Hannah had done as asked, grown stronger. Except in two different ways... Hannah learned the meaning of what her mother tried to teach her as a child, that sometimes men and boys were bad in this world. After Hannah turned fifteen, Jax had started to violate her. Mentally and physically. He said it helped him stay strong for them both, but it was a lie. That's how he was stronger than her through muscles.
Hannah on the other hand became their strategist and supply hunter. She knew the ins and outs of where and when the undead would usually be after studying them. This day in particular Jax decided to tag along. A fatal mistake. For Jax at least. And for Hannah's peace of mind.
The two were joking around like usual. The occasional shove and teasing each other. You know, how kids in 2013 acted before twerking and duck face became their new way to flirt. Jax decided to take over and took a wrong turn. Hannah tried to stop him, but independence was strong in this one. Hannah tried to grasp at her own mentality and stop the memory from continuing, but failed to do so.
Jax saw a horde of what was supposed to be stragglers. Supposed to be being key there. In reality, he never knew the difference between a straggler and the runners. That's why when they started to run, he didn't scale the wall like Hannah did to get away. He stayed to fight. Which got him torn apart, consumed, and left as another pile of bones on the cement. Hannah scooted away from the edge, holding her mouth so she wouldn't puke. From there on, the world was different for Hannah. In more ways than one.
