Emily Pov

　　My feet falter, and I fall onto a body; my eyes take a moment to process what's lying on the ground, rows and rows of fallen bodies.

　　A hand emerges and pulls me up, helping me to stand from that open-air cemetery. As my eyes follow the hand that saved me, relief floods my heart, and I pull the hand closer to me, bringing the body into a hug.

　　"Thank the moon goddess I found you," I say relieved to Amy.

　　"What are you doing ...