EVA LEVESQUE
I walked in a bloody path in the middle of a battlefield. I looked down at my blood-stained hands. Confused, I looked around to see hundreds of injured and lifeless bodies in the middle of a destroyed village.
I continued to walk along the trails of their lifeless bodies, some people I know, some are strangers. Some of their features are incomprehensible and some I see clear. My body started to shake as fear crept up from the pits of my soul. The once blue sky is now a shade of reddish-orange. I don’t know anymore if it’s because of the sunset of the colors of blood and war around me. With my unsheathed katana in my right hand, I walked and walked, wishing I don’t see any familiar faces.
But it seems that the world does not want to hear my plea when familiar faces started
