Mabely
She was a skinny little girl no more than maybe 6 years,
clothed in a dress stitched from a bedsheet.
Her hair looked as if it had never been cut.
Every once and a while one of her big green eyes would show itself from beneath that mass of hair, peeking out timidly.
Everything seems to frighten her but us, I can't tell you why.
She's a tough little girl.
We found her in one of the dilapidated zones, living in a small cave that formed amongst the rubble. We asked her where her parents were but she didn't answer.
She's not totally emaciated, so someone must have been feeding her unless she's been feeding herself god knows how.
She doesn't talk much,
but she told me her name is Mabely.
We might take her back to camp at some point, maybe see if anyone wants to raise her.
This war has left too many orphans...
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