“Hurk… bleuh! Ack… Ack! Bleuh!” Veronika’s head could only get a few inches off the ground before everything rushed back, sending a discharge of vomit and bile to the grass that she rested on. The world was a spinning carousel of putrid confusion. The only safe action was to plummet back to the ground, lest another flurry of what rested in her stomach decided to surface. After a few minutes of rest so that the body could adjust, her leather-clad form slowly rose to a standing position, which was met with a thankful sigh. 

Unfortunately the moment faded and a feeling of unease set in as Veronika realized that she had no idea where she was. None of the surrounding scenery looked familiar; neither did the bodies on the ground. “Could they all be dead?” She thought, but there was only one way to find out. Kneeling beside a young form, it only took a quick check of the pulse that this one was no longer with them. A terrible sadness began to resonate within her, hoping that the others were different. If not, then she’d have work ahead of her digging the graves.