The asphalt of the street was cracked; embers, from car fires, lazily flew through the air, and the smell of dead and rotting bodies invaded her nostrils.
A girl, no more than 8 years old, stood in the middle of that street, clutching a worn pink teddy bear to her chest. Brown hair, now messy from weeks without a comb, fell down her back, and her once purple blouse was now stained with dirt, mud, and blood.
As she took a step, her blue eyes flicked around, looking for danger, and her gray skirt fluttered in the small breeze of wind that came by every so often.
As she passed a car, the crackling of fire and her shoes softly hitting the road being the only sounds, she jumped in shock at a snarl from the passenger seat.
"Argh... get... over... here... ARGH!" A black and charred hand came out of the car window, surprising her to the point that she fell to the ground.
The hand was accompanied by a black and charred head, with tufts of also blac hair still on it.
The eyes of this person- who seemed to be a charred male- were a milky yellow, and they locked onto her with a primal ferocity.
"Hey... get over... here...! ARGH!" The man pulled himself out of the car, landing onto the street with a heavy plop.
She actually threw up, right there. That man was missing everything below his waist, and a trail of innards followed behind him as he slowly crawled towards her.
"Girl... get... over... here!" His hand outstretched again, his fingers- adorned with sharp nails- flexed, and she had to resist the urge to throw up again as she scrambled backwards.
Fear ran through her veins, and she couldn't go anywhere.
"Ha... ha, ha... HA!" There was a light in the man's eyes, a crazy light, a light that she had only seen in her insane father's eyes. But this was not her father- he had died a while back.
She held her teddy bear tight to her chest, and she screamed when another hand quickly outstretched besides her, out the car window of the vehicle she had pressed her back against.
Other charred, black-haired, and milky-eyed people came crawling out of cars, stumbling out of buildings- some even held bats, a couple held crowbars, and more than 4 had pistols- and she screamed again, hugging her bear and her knees to her chest.
"Well, fellas, KILL 'ER!" One of the people screeched, an insane grin spreading across their and many others' faces as they started leaping over cars and running towards her.
She buried her face into the pink fluff of her bear, crying, when she started hearing screaming.
"MAKE, MAKE IT STOP!" They weren't running towards her- rather, they were screeching in pain, slamming their heads into walls and wheels, and some were even tearing their ears off.
Her eyes went wide- what the hell just happened? Why was this happening?
Bang!
The unmistakable sound of a gunshot came from her left, and as she looked over, she saw the body of one of those people fall, holding a smoking gun in their right hand.
Most of the people kept on slamming their heads, over and over again, into random objects, screaming "MAKE IT STOP" over and over again.
It was all too much.
She buried her face into the pink fluff of her teddy bear once more and cried.
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She stayed like that, against the car, for the entire day, just crying in horror and confusion.
By the next dawn, the people had all died.
It was finally quiet.