The walk is painful, metal chains cutting into her wrists. But that wasn’t the only reason. The town they walked through was completely destroyed; buildings demolished, glass windows shattered, paint chipping, debris littering the dirt streets. The only sound that echoed through the unnatural silence of the town was the scuffing of shoes and the squelch of blood as the prisoners walked through the sweltering heat. But the smell was worse; the worse thing she had ever smelled. The smell of thousands of rotting corpses. Her chest constricted, heart seeming too slow as her stomach dropped. She scanned each of the dead faces as they passed. Some too far gone to even recognize. But some she did. The baker that lived across the street, the shop owner that had always given them the best deals on meat. But worst came as she walked by a body trampled on and pushed to the side of the road, her own. This was her villiage but in this timeline she had stayed to fight.