The night was dark and the air was heavy with smoke. “Where am I?” was the first thing that fluttered into her mind. “The last thing I remember was that man,” she said to herself, “that man who said I had to run, and that I had to do something, something no one else could do. Then the flash… was that a bomb? Am I still in my house?” Just then, she heard a shuffling from behind her, as though someone was moving in the haze. She whirled around in the dark, utterly terrified but determined to get answers.

“Who’s out there?”

“Hello? Is someone there?”

A scream, a sickening crunch, and the sensation of something warm and sticky running down her back were the last things she would experience for quite some time.