She is an unknown child, her story the same as many before. A life in a world of war, surrounded by panicked screams and blasts of bombs.
She digs through the refuse with all her remaining strength, fighting to live one day more, hoping the scraps she recovers will suffice her gnawing hunger.
It never does.
She is alone, and is left as such. As the blasts are growing closer, what's one more life?
She rejoices at finding leftover crust and happily bites into it, as the blasts echo her world away.
Her story is the same as many before.