She held her baby close as she hid behind a pile of burning rubble that had once belonged to an extraordinary city. Her house had been invaded, and although she had managed to escape unnoticed, she knew there still was danger lurking around every corner.

She kept her shaken son close, and crying had become a common interest they both shared. Screams were echoing through the roads as she prayed they would be left unseen. She knew that if she was going to make a move she had better do so quickly.

The blackened sky illuminated due to the flames that began to engulf everything in sight. Guards were scattered about the land, invading homes and killing anyone that stood in their way.

She looked behind her at the horrors that were quickly unfolding. The violence escalated as she saw one of "them" kill an innocent little girl. The sight of this brought her to raise her own fears of what would happen if they found her son.

Cries and screams filled the air as many buildings and houses were stormed into and destroyed. Upon glancing at the giant clock, she saw she hadn't even been outside a full three minutes. Seeing the massacre grow closer, she tried to find the nearest exit of the town.

All the exits were heavily guarded, but she saw a wall that, although it was very high, led to the field surrounding it. She saw some discarded crates and quickly formulated a plan.

She ducked and lightly ran. With one hand, she struggled to stack the boxes as she carefully balanced her young child. She hurriedly climbed up the boxes and reached the top of the wall. She put one foot over and tried to steady herself. The boxes gave way and clattered to the floor, shattering into small pieces. Although she managed to stay atop, she also grabbed the attention of those who ruined everybody's lives. She held her breath, knowing this was a bad sign.