Wyrm: Rebirth

darkness cold moist air surrounded by stone metal and blood that's what i woke up to the sky was grey or was it black? hell I couldn't tell I didn't care either the sound of thunder and steel clash against steel rung in my ears from the top of the pile of bodies of those who where once my comrades i looked down past my bloody hands to the battlefield below hollows clashed against humanity, flesh ripping the screams of man and monster alike piercing my very soul but despite all the death all the war all I could think of was her.
her beautiful face, pitch black hair, pink lips, red eyes, I didn't feel the heat or harsh sting of the bloodied air only the touch of her hand, of Mayu's hand