"I gasped. The pain cleared my head, I was holding a sharp jaggered rock. It was tightly clenched in my fist. Opening my hand there was blood in the cresent of my palm. In disgust I threw the rock away, I heard it clatter to a stop at the base of a totalled building. Falling to my knees sobbing, Ashed smeared my cheeks mixed in with tears and blood. Deadly war paint.All Rights Reserved