A vortex of stars opened in the sky for those who could see beyond the canopy and the ashen smoke from the smoldering carriages.
The scent of burned flesh mixed with her clothes and attacked her nose as if she were the one being burned, her lungs heating up with each breath.
They people they had been following were buried half a day ahead of them, clean kills, they likely had no idea they had died, before they were buried.
This level of work could only be done by very few, and so they had followed the calculated carnage forward, until this place.
This place where the living and the dead collided with each other, leaving nothing but an uninhabitable wasteland.
"...My lunch is coming up." Despair filled her as the one good meal she had managed to get in since the mountain sank spilled over the sloppy floor.
"..." A hand rubbed her back, and held her hair up.
