Running. Screaming. Grimm everywhere. Fire raging and buildings crumbling.

The girl was scrambling over rubble as images flashed behind her eyes of terror and horror. The world was falling around her head, and she hadn't seen a single hunter or Huntress in this part of town. In her haste she tripped on a piece of stone sticking up, causing her to tumble out of control down the pile to land with a thump. It was all the girl could do to get back on her feet, one now bleeding, to continue her flight from this hell. She stumbled through the half erect doorway and scurried across the abandoned street intersection, unaware that eyes were following her every movement. 

Growls from the darkness. Yells of pain in the distance. The crackle and rumbling of buildings giving way.

A few streets over she heard people calling out for survivors. She didn't think. The hope of being safe fueled her lungs, filled her legs with renewed strength. her whole body tingled. She was going to be alright...Then the Grimm pounced from her left with a snarl. She screamed out and tried to get away, but it was helpless. She fell down and curled into a ball, praying for the world to stop. When the sound of a whistle whipped past her prone form. A second later, a heavy thump made the girl whimper and tighten her ball.

The world seemed to fall silent and still for a few moments, the girl still scared that the Grimm was just playing with her....and then it passed, the sounds of the city clutched in discord returned, and the footfalls of people came rushing towards her. It was only when a hand fell on her shoulder did the girl yelp and shoot upright, trying to defend herself. "It's alright! You're safe!" Someone kept saying, and the girl stilled to look around, dazed. The Grimm was dead at her feet, mouth lolling open to one side.

She looked around, but she didn't have time to ask questions, even if she could gather her mind to do so. The people took her away from that place, onto a military airship, and into the sky...Those emerald eyes following it.

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The city was lost. There was no hope to reclaim it from the Grimm. The Military was pulling out as many civilians as they could with what airships were left intact. There was no word from Beacon. But everyone in a position to receive information was aware the trouble originated from an event that happened on the peak of Beacon's tallest tower. But the question on everyone's mind: Where were the hunters and huntresses meant to prevent this calamity?