... "Why did you bring them here?!" [color=6A47FE][i]"That's not it-... I-I-"[/i][/color] Sounds of gunfire and explosion rang in the air. The smell of blood and gunpowder clogged the lungs. Soldiers were rounding up civilians and executing them in the middle of the street. Field guns and grenades were being used to quickly destroy structures and take care of the people hiding in them. "This is all your fault!" [color=6A47FE][i]"I... I swear I didn't mean to!"[/i][/color] Piles of dead bodies littered the road, whose heads were all turned towards one person standing at the end of the street. Lifeless and twisted expressions decorated their faces as their eyes fixated on the same point of interest. The girl takes a step back, hugging herself with her burnt arms trying to keep herself from passing out and hyperventilating. Eyes wide open filled with fear and distraught as she locked gazes with the eyes of the corpses ahead of her, tears also streaming down her bloody and burnt cheeks. [color=6A47FE][i]"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm s-sorry."[/i][/color] Her eyes then moved to meet the owner of the one standing beside her. Their eyes and expression filled with rage and contempt. And even as it was covered in blood and bruises, sent shivers down the girl's spine. It belonged to her best friend, Beatrice. The girl flinches under the heavy gaze and stumbles another few steps backwards, away from the figure and away from the piles of corpses. However slowly, the figure starts walking towards her in a menacing manner. The girl eventually backs herself to a wall. Unable to find the strength to keep moving, she slides down the wall and collapses on her bottom. The pained screams of people shouting for help, being executed, burnt alive and shot were getting louder until it was all she could hear despite the carnage going on. She curls herself into a ball to block out the sound, but it was of no help. [color=6A47FE][i]"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."[/i][/color] It was all she could muster as the figure of Beatrice leans down to her, bringing her mouth close to the shivering and crying girl's ear. ... In a second of clarity, everything else was quiet. And the following words were as clear as day. [b]"It should have been just you."[/b] [hr] A violent spasm knocks the Darcsen female off of the makeshift bed before crashing onto the cold and rough uneven floor, with a particular bump on the ground digging into her side that made the fall rather painful. The girl was gasping for air as her eyes tried to readjust to the bright light that was showering her from the open window. She kept one hand on her side to soothe the pain with the other laying on her chest to try and get a grasp on her breathing as her body began curling up in a reactive manner. It took a few moments before the adrenaline went away and she was able to calm herself down. With deep hasty breaths and the sweat dripping down her face, she took quick glances around the room that she was in. It was the makeshift tent that she and several other people were put in when they got told to stay because they were being transferred to Edward Company. The bleak empty nearly tent wasn't a comfortable place to sleep, but it's not like they ever got a choice with these. A head peeks through the opening and looks around the room before setting their gaze on the person on the floor. "Yo Larsen, you're being reassigned to your old company apparently. We're moving out to meet them so get your stuff packed and ready." The head disappears for a few seconds before popping back in with a more concerned look. "You alright?" After a groan and a deep breath, Kalisa barely manages to reply. [color=6A47FE]"Y-yeah."[/color] She forces herself up and sit back on the bed that she fell from. She rests the back of her head on the bed and closes her eyes as she melancholically continued. [color=6A47FE]"I uh... I just had a bad dream."[/color] "Well, if you say so. Be ready in twenty." The other person disappears once more, and the somber silence of the tent came back as the Darcsen let her thoughts wander, desperately trying to not go back to the nightmare she had just experienced. [color=6A47FE][i]"I swear, I didn't mean to."[/i][/color] ... [i][b]BOOM[/b][/i] The ground shook and the sound of a massive explosion made her get up onto her feet in a panic. "What is that!?" "What happened?" Kalisa ran out of the tent and joined the other soldiers who were staring at the explosion that was happening pretty far off from where they were. It looked pretty big even at this distance, and she worries that her old companions might have gotten caught in it. She holds hope that they would be fine, even more so now that she'll be rejoining them soon. A hand taps her on her shoulder and she turns to see the same face from earlier, if a little agitated. "Command says we go now." [hr] It's been about a while since they started walking. The entire company was quiet and unsure. It helped Kalisa out to sort out her thoughts, but eventually all she could think about was running ahead to make sure the people she knew were alright. Her restlessness was showing, as the soldier next to her leaned in and lightly grabbed her hand that kept moving around the trigger guard of her rifle. "Hey, they're gonna be alright, OK?" He gave her a weak smile to try and reassure her that her friends are safe. It was at least enough to stop her hand from flinching, and she took a deep breath before reply with a soft 'thank you'. "We're here." The voice this time came from the Corporal, and shortly after everybody came to a stop. The place looked absolutely devastated. Many buildings were destroyed, some barely standing and looked like they would crumble with just a light push. The morale of the soldiers were pretty low. A lot of lives were lost, and some still even panicking over dealing with other wounded. One unfortunate soul had even lost a leg, and from the looks of it died due to blood loss. Kalisa took a look around, and couldn't quickly spot any familiar faces in the vicinity. She had inquired about the location of whoever was in charge, and was promptly led to the tent where her fellow Darcsen had apparently been stationed at. Tact be damned, the girl had quickly entered the tent and found a friend. The panic and distraught on her face was replaced with one of elatedness as she walked over to his side. [color=6A47FE]"Jean?"[/color] As she took a closer look though, she had noticed that he wasn't in high spirits. He wasn't panicking like he was the last time she found him like this. Something really bad must have happened. [color=6A47FE]"...Jean?"[/color] The girl reaches out with her hand, if a little hesitant.