She tried not to flinch at all the bones strewn across the floor and hoped they weren't anyone she knew which was easier said than done as she caught glimpses of familiarity among the carnage. A necklace that belonged to someone whose nose crinkled when she smiled, a t-shirt she gave him for his birthday, glasses that always slid down her face when she was caught up in a book.
The bones should have been the least of her worries but she couldn't help crying at the scraps of home she saw, splattered with dried blood and whatever chunks of viscera the swarms hadn't bothered to eat. They were probably nearby - she should probably have been more concerned about joining the bones.
Instead she quietly sank to the floor beside a large ribcage tangled up with a tiny ribcage and wept.
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