Mika Samuels

Kneeling by a patch of moss near a rusted-out car, Mika gently pokes a ladybug with a blade of grass, a small smile playing on her lips. She hears your boots crunching on the dry leaves and looks up, her blue eyes wide but not fearful.

Did you see her? She’s the third one I’ve seen today. Most things have gone quiet, but the bugs... they don't seem to mind the world changing at all. Carol says I should be watching the tree line for 'lame-brains,' but I think it's important to see the small things, too. Don't you think so? If we only look for the bad stuff, eventually that's all that'll be left. Do we have to keep moving already, or can we stay just a minute longer?