10 / / Clouds
Clouds were coming. Clouds and rain.
She stood. Part of it was to clear the foreboding feeling, the other to head to the trees so as to not get wet.
It should have been no biggie. She liked the rain. But clouds, no, there were something about clouds, about these clouds.
They were red.
The rain too.
It tasted of copper.
And when she blinked again, the group around her was dead and bleeding. The children gutted.
No. These clouds. These clouds brought death.
Her eyes caught a movement by the tree she had noticed previously. One had survived? No.
A/N: Lots of foreboding~
Cosmic-lover – I apologize specifically to you for being late. As for this dream~ hehehe. Mini-plot. Hope I can manage it. & please feel free to guess who the people are!