The air was clouded with thick flakes of ash. The sky plagued with a death like grey shade. The once lively and beautiful city of Belgium, collapsed into a depressing scene of destruction and despair. There was no sign of life. The city was littered with gravel and bricks. Madeline opened her eyes and lifted the debris off of her dress. She stood up, and saw with a blurry vision. She was light headed and did not know what was going on. She started walking, taking in the destruction of her town showing no emotion but acceptance. She did not question what had happened, she simply acknowledged that her city was destroyed. She stumbled across a swing that looked familiar. She looked down at the swing and sat down. She looked up and saw what was
