disclaimer: i'm really poor guys.



The air smelled clean–no, fresh? Not like a ton of corpses had been festering in the sweltering heat for a few days straight? There wasn't really a way to describe it, but when Sakura breathed in through her nose the only thing she could think of was home.

Home, home, home, ho-

-but that was stupid, because there was no such thing as home anymore. That kind of fantasy was just that, a fantasy. The closest thing she had to home now was a dead man's sleeping bag, with all of its familiar blood stains and scents of death.

an- these are some short chapters. i'll probably post two for now, maybe more later. i think i'm going to make an increase of words, like the first ten chapters are one-hundred, the next ten; two-hundred, so on, so on. sound fun? i hope so because that's what i'm doing probably.

if the lack of capitalization on the author notes bother you, let me know and i might fix it.