Picking her way through the wreckage of bodies she accidentally kicked something across the room. As it rolled it made a clear pathway through the blood and she watched as the blood slowly crept back together behind it. It came to rest against a table leg where she picked it up. It was a bulb of garlic. She broke off a glove and put it in her mouth ( Read more... )

Amber gazed at the pool of blood that surrounded her. The gash in her leg had already faded to a faint line. She had been injured, but the blood surrounding her was not her own. Looking around the room her eyes fell on a pile of cloth, bones and even more blood. These items had once been people. Now nothing more than a collection of twisted and ( Read more... )

It was a suicide note of sorts. It was a picture of a girl led on the floor, she was out of focus but her hand was in focus, or more importantly her wrist, it was covered in blood and scrawled on the photo were the words "I always felt you were someone worth dying for."

P.O.V.  Jayne

Must keep going. Can’t stop now. Must reach the next bunker before they come back.  Running through a sea of bodies, no longer bothering to step over them. Our own dead left as a bloody carpet in the war zone. A quick burst of fire from my left then silence, my breath loud in my ears. I spot a flash of purple and a harsh acid green, ( Read more... )