Iridescence

Forgotten

"Duck!" Daryl yelled towards mia and of course, she obeyed. As soon as she did the whisking sound of his bolt flew past her ear and into the head of the Walker behind her.

Once it was on the ground, she pulled it out harshly and tucked it into her boot. "I'm getting the bike!" Daryl called back to her, "get everyone to the cars!"

The 17 year old nodded before running off in the opposite direction. The porch lights to the house were bright and luring, meanwhile everyone had been firing from the deck.

As soon as she was close enough, Mia brought her fingers to her lips and let out a sharp whistle. Everyone looked to her as she unsheathed her bow and began mowing down the biters around her. As they watched her gather back every arrow she released though, each took a second watching as she pointed towards the cars.

"She wants us to leave?" Hershel shook his head in disbelief.

Glenn and Maggie confronted him quickly. "We have too, it's the only way we will survive!"

"This is my farm." Hershel shook his head before raising his shot gun. "I'll die on it if I have too."

T-dog thankfully grabbed him. "Stay here and that's how it's gonna be."

Mia needed to give them some type of cover, but she couldn't do that from the ground.

In a haste, she looked to the he deck post and sprinted towards it. Just before she had her hands on the wood, the girl had thrown her bow back across her shoulders. In a split second she was climbed up the side of the house, the group giving her an a amazed sideways glance in shock.

With what upper body strength she had, Mia hoisted herself up window by window until her feet were back on the familiar roof. Once there, Mia pulled out the rifle and started unloading.

Walker after Walker fell, shell after shell tumbled down the shudders of Hershel's roof. All Mia could do was feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins. This was why her father taught her to survive, this right now was why she was here.

No matter how many times she shot though, the dead never seemed to stop coming.

Sophia's cries caught her attention. Looking over towards the group, she could see all the vehicles surrounded by the walkers. With as many bodies as there were, there was no way they could move.

They needed a distraction, and that's what she was going to give them.

Raising her rifle, Mia turned towards the barn and locked the scope on the lantern above. It was a small target for such a long distance, but letting out a long calming breath, Mia took her aim and squeezed the trigger softly.

As the shot rang out, the lantern exploded in a burst of flames. Before she knew it, the entire barn was engulfed.

One by one each dead turned it's attention to the flames, and one by one, the group was able to get the cars moving and down the road.

The house remained surrounded though. She had fired too many times, Mia had drawn too much attention to herself, something she was always taught not to do.

Even the trees surrounding the house seemed to be swarmed. There was no way off the roof... no way out.

Hearing a sharp cry to her left, Mia turned watching as carol was being surrounded by the dead. Sophia wasn't at her side, but she knew that she got out.

Looking in her clip, Mia sighed seeing one bullet left in the hot chamber.

There was only one shot and the girl chose quickly on how to spend it. Raising her rifle, Mia aimed quickly to the Walker that had its hands on the mother. Before she knew it, it was on the ground, Carol was free, and Mia was out of ammunition.

The roar of daryl's engine was what caught her attention next. His head light weaved in and out of the bodies surrounding him until eventually he was at carols side 

Quickly the woman climbed onto the back as daryl stood. He told the truth, he went back for the bike. Now though, now he was leaving on it with Carol.

The archer looked around for Mia in a haste, his voice carrying just enough for her trained ears to pick up on. "Did Mia get out?!" He asked carol while turning the bike around. From side to side, his eyes scanned the farm. However, not once did he look up.

As she jumped, waved, and let out the loudest whistles she possibly could, Mia could eventually do nothing more but watch the two drive away. With every waking second, her limbs fell heavy and her eyes grew wet. They didn't know she was still there, how could they?

She couldn't yell, she couldn't scream, she couldn't cry out for daryl to come back. No. All Mia could do was sit on the roof of the farmhouse and pull her knees to her chest watching as his tail light faded away down the road. In a dead silence, she set her rifle next to her and hugged herself the best she could.

Being alone was never something that Mia was totally comfortable with. But being forgotten? Well, that was something from a completely different world, something that she faced in this moment alone.

Low growls of the hundreds of walkers below her met her ears, the soft crackling of the burning barn matching them as an echoing background.

She tried holding it in. The tightening within her throat, the quivering of her bottom lip, but it all seemed too much to handle. Daryl left her, and when he got to where they were going, he would think that she was dead and there was nothing she could do about it. So all at once, she let the water run from her eyes freely. In a sickening cough, her sobs wrecked the air and her nose stuffed with a warm heat. Mia was alone again, just like she had started out, but this time it was different. She wasn't alone because of murder, she wasn't alone because she ran away... Mia was alone because of one of her biggest fears. She had slipped away into the background without a voice. No matter how hard she had tried, nobody could hear her cries for help. Mia was a ghost, a shadow that was only seen when needed. Sitting upon that roof basking in her fate, the girl gripped her arms trying to hide from the fact that it really happened. Mia was really forgotten, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.