Ava

I stand outside with my back to the compound, letting the crisp morning air wake me. The pond is in front of me, the wind creating small ripples in its otherwise still surface.

The bodies have all been buried and placed to rest properly where they belong, even Nathan and Nicolas, though they weren’t given lengthy memorials. The rain had washed away any remaining blood, but there are still a few remnants of the battle.

Patches of disturbed grass or footprints in ...