It was a cold frosty morning, my breath misting in clouds as i sprinted across the marsh, my feet sucked into the sodden earth. The birds chirped, bringing nature's bounty to their young, squawking happily with plump bellies as if unaware of the horrors of the world. Freezing rivers stream down my bruised face, aching. Burning. I stumble, my body crashing into the ground limply, my aching limbs be...