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 begging me to give up, to give in. I won't let them. I can't let her sacrifice be in vain. My gaunt arms tremble under the weight of my body. My painful prison. I scream, my flaky bones crackling, muscles aching with the effort, not being used the majority of my time living. Living. My mind flickers back to her beautiful round eyes, that felt like i was staring at the warm sunrise. Or at a flock of birds twisting together in harmony in the bright sky, at the beautiful parts of nature i had experienced once, but never again. Those natural captivating eyes. Lifeless. And all for me. Me. Of all of the creatures, me.