The smell of blood chocked the air as I stumbled along uprooted tree branches and dead bodies. I could not quite fathom how it had come to this, this bloody battle that someone could have found a way to avoid. The fog was making it impossible for me to know what direction I was headed in or if it was even the right one. I was wounded with a stab in my abdomen and bleeding heavily. I knew if I didn't receive treatment soon I would eventually bleed to death and I was only twenty-two years of age. My body screamed to sleep but my will pushed me on to live. I was possible the only living person left and that was what it came down too. I noticed a faint light up ahead and felt relief pulse through my veins. Since I didn't know if It was the light of life or death I had to be weary and cautious.
The blood was warm and oozing through the cloth, covering my hand. I was becoming more dizzy and knew I would soon pass out. As I came into the clearing I could have hooted with the relief if it hadn't been for the situation I was currently in. There were medical personal frantically running everywhere trying to help the wounded or dying.
A young woman that was covered in blood noticed me and ran to my aid. She didn't get to asking questions before I passed out cold. I awoke unable to remember but the dull throb in my abdomen sent a chilling reminder of how I got the wound. I knew it wasn't pretty no doctor had to tell me that.
