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It was dark, Everything surrounding Moshie was barely visible, making this trek a very dangerous one. Despite her ability to see in the dark, she had inhaled toxic gas, and she was weak. Panting with effort and exhaustion as her body tried to shut down on her, she took another step, her camouflage clothing, wet and muddy, large boots weighed her down. She paused for a moment, leaning against a large, sturdy stick she had found to assist her, and closing her eyes, just for a moment. Knees buckled and she fell onto them, the stick falling next to her, both splashing mud from the recent rain everywhere. She fell forward, but caught herself. "No.

The wind blows softly across the empty field. Dust hangs heavily in the air, blocking out what sunlight there was on that overcast day. Broken wood jutted up in random places, torn cloth, mud heavily impacted, and bodies. Bodies and blood lay among the mud, the wood, and the cloth. The smell was putrid, that of blood, gun powder, and death. Among them, a female, propped upright by several swords shoved through her back and out through her chest. She was coated in mud, blood and tears, but her eyes open. Head hung in defeat, numb to the pain, but it still killed her. Every now and then, something would happen, and it would cause her such an ac