ODESSA’S POV

Water bubbled out of my mouth as I coughed out the liquid that filled my lungs. Each cough proved to be more painful than the last. Every part of my body hurt.

As I slowly regained consciousness, my eyelids felt heavier than ever. I was wet and I was cold. When I could finally open my eyes, the world was nothing like I had dreamed it to be.

No fire.

No death.

No scent of blood and burning flesh.

There were no cries of children and no pleas of mercy.

Just a dark, quiet sky. How ...