Trudging through the forest, feeling the mud sink beneath her hiking boots. Nothing but a sea of charcoal trunks and emerald greenery for kilometres to come. The scent of fresh, moist air seething through her nose as she inhaled a neutral breath. The silence welcomed her, chirping birds sung in the distance not that she could hear in such a world. Mundane. Falling to the ground was a crimson rose, upon seeing it, she dug her foot into the filthy decor. Meaningless. Continuing along the path, a spark explodes in the sky with a thundering boom louder than fireworks. She walks out of the forest, the world she saw was dull. Bombed buildings, destruction and fear. The dead bodies of what used to be friends scattered in the rubble, in this world friends no longer exist; only survival. Lifting her scarf above her chin, she passed through the town, passed the men holding guns to the head of men, women and children. All she could do was watch, thinking desperately to herself 'if only I hadn't died, I could have saved them.'