The girl looks about twelve years old. Still, I'm cautious. I heard Evan say something about the sixth wave. I want to make sure we are safe. I don't want to imagine what Cassie would say if something happened to Sammy.
She is short, just barely reaching the lowest branch of the tree. She leans against the tree, her back lurching up and down.
She is sobbing. As soon as I realize this, I feel bad for her. She has deep hazel eyes, and a round face. She has dark brown hair, that almost blends in with the tree behind her. Her hair is straight, and it is cut in jagged cuts touching her shoulder.
Sammy is silent, and is also looking at the girl. He looks at me with pleading eyes, begging to help her.
A little girl would never hurt us.
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The 5th Wave Fanfiction
FanfictionWhat happens after the fifth wave? The sixth wave. It's more than twice as dangerous. And it's starting with Cassie.
