The Tomboy and the Last Village Survivor

Chapter 1:
In Ghost World Ireland, Maria Tachimi and her parents were in Donegal.

”Mommy, can I roam around?” Maria asked her.

Satsuki looked at her, in the Ghost World, children were allowed to roam freely around as long as they knew where they were.

”Hai, be back in half an hour.” She said.

”Okay!” She said.

Maria then walked towards the old parts of Donegal, until she saw an unusual sight.

She saw a man sleeping in the ruins of an old village, the buildings looked burned and destroyed.

He was curled up, she saw ghostly entities with skulls surrounding the ruins.

The man wore a grey uniform, it looked like a Confederate uniform, She approached him cautiously, the man had dark hair and his cap was placed to one side.

”Uh, hi mister.” She said.

The man yawned, a tear came out of his left eye.

”Um, are you homeless?” She asked with concern in her voice.

He took a good look at the girl, she wore jeans, a coat, most likely to protect her from Ireland’s wet climate.

The girl held a toy blue jet with red and white highlights.

”No, I’m not, I used to live in this village.” He said.

She had a good look at the man’s face, he had a pale, handsome yet slightly weathered face.

”You look like someone I’ve seen in family photos.” She said.

”Hm?” He asked.

”Do you have a daughter called Mia?” She asked.

The man’s eyes widened, Mia...

”Yes, I had a daughter called Mia, I had two other kids, Saoirse and Joseph McNamara.” He said.

”Mia’s my great-great-great-great grandma.” She said.

The two looked at eachother for several minutes, We’re they related?

”Does this mean......” They both said.

Then the man then spoke.

”Holy shit......” He said with shock in his voice.

”Do you have a name?” She asked, she wanted to know the guy’s name.

”Oh shit, Michael McNamara.” He said.

“What are those wispy things surronding you?” She asked him.

”These are the dead villagers of this place, They went to Hell, I can hear their grudge from the said afterlife.” He said.

“What was the village called?” She asked.

”Damn kid, you ask alot of questions, Sionnaigh Tine, The Brits called it Carrickville.” Michael responded.