The thick scent of fear, despair, helplessness, and pain, permeated the air as William looked at his blood-stained hands. Everything around him had fallen into chaos and fires ravaged every tent as far as the eyes could see.
The crying of several infants could be heard nearby, as their mothers did their best to assure them that everything was going to be alright.
Shouts filled with anger, curses, and heartbreak…
Laughter filled with ridicule and contempt…
All of these merged together to create a ballad that had brought the red-headed boy to his knees. Overwhelmed with light-headedness and nausea, William tried to wipe away the blood that had stained his hands, but instead of removing them, he only spread them further.
"Gwaaark!"
The young boy wasn't able to hold it back any longer as the smell of blood, piss, sweat, and excrement assaulted him from all sides.
He vomited until he could vomit no more as tears streamed down his face.
