The blackened, dead grass crunched underneath my feet. It was night. Or at least I thought it was. The sky was a blank dark blue, but not navy like it should have been. It was a royal blue, too vibrant to be natural. As I looked up, I felt the cold air sting my cheeks. The cold was all-consuming, sending ice into my bones. I looked out in front of me to see miles and miles of the same arid, lifeless grass I was standing on. Something terrible had happened here. I felt the hair stand up on my arms, but it wasn’t from the cold. I spun around, trying to find a place to hide, but there was nothing in this vast, open landscape. I started to run.