She huddled in the corner, moth eaten blanket wrapped around her tightly. Outside, the sounds of battle raged, mingled with screams of horror. It had happened so quickly, humanity hadn't had time to react. Within a week, the populace had been cut in half. The skies were grey now, ash drifting down, settling in the streets, a thick choking carpet. She broke into a coughing fit, her throat raw. She could barely move now, but it didn't matter. To try and fight at this point would be fruitless. The Watermarks had already won.
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