[ TT ] The journey never ends . The same hero is constantly caught in the cycle of leaving for an adventure , having their adventure , settling down , and being forced to leave again .

Carla Johnson took a bite of her doughnout from her lunch box. Her mouth was full with the sweet taste of sugar and the softed-rough dough that she made with her own hand. She let out a low soft hum of satisfication from the finale relieve of hunger. She laid back her hand to the ground, feeling the wet soil of earth and the windy green grass that touches her skin. 
 
 She looked up to the sky, facing the warm embrace of the sunlight. She smile greatly, with the view she saw with her eyes. She could n't believe it's been ten years since the war had happen. It was a long way journey for a girl like her. She remember, how everything was started off. And, she remember how she was when she was 15. 
 
 Carla let out a small giggle at the image of her when she was young. The changes of her, is also one thing that she still ca n't believe. How mature she is now, and how brave she is were. 10 years ago, she was a teenage girl who believed in conspiracy. All, eyebag from the lack of sleep from surfing the forum untill midnight, hair messed up from the lack of washing herself. And she always wonder why there's no man falling in love with her. 
 
 But, that's not the only thing that dive in through her mind. Sometime, she used to think what kind of scenario would happen if the world war three started. Everyday, she sculpted the face of the man who's hiding behind the chair all the time. The handler; who's control the world like a puppet. She thought the man was going to be old, evil, creepy grin, and own a malicious moustache on his face. 
 
 Oh, how she would perfer the man she thought to be the one. 
 
 Somewhat, she still can hear the loud buzzing noise that the plane made when it fly above them. She remember, how excited and scared she was when she saw the news on the televisyen. About the oncoming war that's going ahead to the world. Thinking, that she was correct, she left everything behind about studies and grew unfocus about the school. The only thing that made her interested is when a group of boys talked about the battlefield that they saw yesterday on the news- In which, Carla missed yesterday. 
 
 Since that day, Carla would sacrifices her 5 minutes recess just for the journey to the rooftop. She ran as fast as she could to the rooftop, setting her mind as a practicing to avoid the bomb war that might landed on them, soon. On the first try, she arrived, rightly at 5 minutes of recess. Second try, she arrived, at 3 minutes, but only to hear the boys talking about football match that was held yesterday. Finnaly, on the third try, she arrived at 1 minutes, but only to greet with nothingness, since the boys went to their baseball match. And so, Carla, sat her back behind the wall, eating the bread that she bought for 90 cent. 
 
 It was not even good for her tounge. 
 
 Later on, things started to get worse. The war happened was not because of the misunderstood of the nation. But because they were experimenting. 
 
 Experimenting them. 
 
 The reason why Carla was the first human being to notice this, it's because the first wave, that happened right after Russia bombed England. A new plague started to rise off the chart above the normal viruses. The plague was spread through air, and yet it was still there in one places. She remember what she saw on the news. The sign of the person who infected with the plauge, the dead bodies, the green-black sticky ooze. It was not long untill the second wave to happened. 
 
 The mass destruction of the whole world. 
 
 Carla was 15 back then. She never knew how war would look like. She only re-imagine the event from the movie she saw, and put herself into it. She thought, she knew everything on how to get away with it. She thought she would never cried, and never suffered from the aching pain in her chest when she saw her whole family die. Turning into fleshes and bones. What hurting her the most was to see her little brother die in the worst way. This is not what she wanted to see. This has never been on the list! 
 
 `` Carla.'' A pale skin man with a broad shoulder greet Carla with a singy tone. 
 
 Carla opened her eyes to see the shadow of the man who avoid the sunlight from her. Not realising, she was already on the ground. `` hm?'' There's one thing that she still could n't keep it away from her 25 year old body now; confusion and clumsines. 
 
 `` Let's go.'' He make a gesture with his shoulder, signing her to moved on from the ground. 
 
 After a long procession, she let out a playful smile, before reaching her hand up high `` Up.'' 
 
 The man grinned. He gripped tight to the girl palm, dragging her up from the ground `` you were a messed! better cleane it up now!'' 
 
 Carla dusted the dirt away from her skirt. The both of them look with another one last smile before they continue walking down the hill. 
 
 If it werent for the soldier who saved her before, she would never knew what happened to her right now. Probably became another citizen of the corrupted country for a hundred years instead. 
 
 Yet, she still wonder, what would happen around 5 years later. 
 
 ( Hey! This is my first time posting here, hopefully it's good enough for here! >. < )
