She clutched her stomach as red ran down her shaking hands.

How had it ever come to this?

The thought plagued her as her eye scanned the valley of blood and death.

Weren't they supposed to be heroes?

Weren't they supposed to save the world?

How could she save a world that was already dead?

She continued walking; she had to find them.

She had to make sure they were safe.

That was all that mattered.

She held on to that desire even as she walked over the spilt blood of the innocent.

She pushed through the smell of rotting corpses and the sound of bestial howls.

Please let the world just grant this one request.

But even that last hope was ripped to shreds.

She fell to her knees and let out a chocked gasp.

In front of her was just another body in the sea of corpses but not to her.

To her, this girl was everything.

So as she stared back into those cold dead silver eyes, she wept.

She wept until no more tears would come.

Her grief drew them to her.

Black towering beasts intent on her demise.

She didn't want to die.

She had so much left to do, so many words left unsaid.

She couldn't die here.

So she ran, and when she could no longer run she walked and when she could no longer walk she crawled and when she could no longer crawl she died.

And became just another body in the sea of corpses.


AN: New version can be found on my story titled The Adventures & Misadventures of RWBY