It was early in the morning the next day that Leah was finally awakened from her restless sleep. Her eyes opened and she was stunned by the vast morning sky above her. A few fluffy white clouds floated peacefully while the sun glared through the night to give way to the coming day. For a moment or two she thought everything was normal. She heard a rooster crowing somewhere nearby and the muffled sound of horses' hooves. She stifled a yawn and snuggled closer to the object she was sleeping next to. Suddenly curious, her eyes narrowed at the solid object next to her. His mother, pale and motionless, rests peacefully where she had left her the day before. Her tattered clothes that did not warm her from the cold were wet from the rain. Leah gets up quickly, surprised. His mother is dead. She backed away heavily as painful memories of last night's raid filled her head. “Leave…” His mother's attention filled his memory. " Leave ? How could you do this to me? Why do you have to go and leave me here when I need you the most?!" Leah screamed at her mother, who of course was dead and gone out into the world to answer. She bit back a sob and cast her gaze elsewhere She saw some wild flowers growing abundantly between the cracks of a stone wall and quickly walked towards them. She returned to her mother and placed a magnificent banquet of flowers on her clasped hands above her chest. lock of auburn hair behind one ear, she kissed her mother lovingly on each eyelid before planting a long one on her forehead "Be happy, wherever you are, mother", she whispered Without turning around, she. strode away from where her mother lay and headed towards the heart of the village where she hoped to... middle of paper ... go through this old problem, is. "right?" the smaller man with thin blond hair complained. "Yes, that's right. Stop mumbling like a woman, we have all day." We have to collect all these corpses and burn them all. It makes me sick to my stomach to see uh. » The two men left together and disappeared from sight. Leah felt her body collapse to the ground. His arms are barely strong enough to support his weight. “No, it’s impossible. They can't all be dead. Impossible…” she stammered, but remembering the two men’s conversation, she knew it must be true. A thousand thoughts drifted too quickly through his mind. Her memories with the friends and neighbors she favored were all dead, their blood staining the very ground they lived on and their bodies would soon be reduced to ashes. Their presence was no longer remembered. Leah was the sole survivor of a mass shooting.