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At least it's quiet for a fraction of time. The air stops blowing. The trees stop swaying. The birds stop chirping. It's as if the whole world took a last breath before it gave up all the malignity it could possibly give up. She cried. Cried in despair. And fear. She was angry. She wanted to do something. Run from this. Just to smell the atmosphere that floated over the battlefield like a thick fog, made her queasy.
Her legs were looking harmless. She sprinted over rocks and bushes, but not a single scratch or sign of injury appeared. It seemed as if her legs worked with her, maybe they wanted to get out of the scary city that was slowly dissolving into dust, as well as her. The bombs and the increasingly high bangs and the screams of innocent people mingled with a voice that said "Run! Save yourself! Run! " in her head. Helplessly she stood on top of the valley and watched the undescribable mess down there. Something was coming towards her.
Suddenly, she was dizzy. The sight was getting blurry. She waved her arms. She lost control. She fell down on the rough ground. Let out a weak squeal, as she tried to catch air to hold on that would prevent her from falling.
There she lay. The rythmic beating in her body had faded away. One leg was stretched out in an humanly impossible position, and the arm over her chest was hiding the wound that cost her life. Despite she had a face full of visible fear, one could sense a smile there. An unusual smile.
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