It unfolded before my eyes like a nightmare, blood spewed on the floor and bodies scattered like butchered animals. Each breath I took got choked up with panic. What in the world is happening? I squeezed my eyes shut. A thick cloud of confusion overcame my mind. Screams. Screams were coming from every corner of the church.

No. No, this can't be real.

It didn't go away once I opened my eyes. Again, death filled my perception. Everyone is... everyone is gone... Daddy... Daddy! I probed the room for my father, squinting as I walked past the others fighting for their lives. Then, I saw him. His crutches were scattered on the floor. He could barely stand. My heart jumped.

"Daddy!" I ran towards him, sinking to my knees as soon as I took hold of his body. "Daddy, are you ok-" Blood. The crimson liquid oozed from his chest like lava from an errupting volcano. "Oh God," I trembled, "D-daddy you're-" I scurried to find something- anything in my reach to cover his wound, but to my dismay, there was nothing. Tears began to escape my lids.

"No," I whimpered, "P-please! Please, Daddy I-" 

"Sherah," My eyes shot open, and hope began to surge my being.

"Daddy?" I saw his lips move, but I couldn't make out the words he was saying. I leaned closer, my ears now to his lips. "Daddy?"

"Ru-" I heard him whisper.

"What?"

"R-run, child-" His stomach heaved, blood spewed off his mouth.

"Daddy! Daddy I'm right here. Please, please hold on!" I felt his hand grip my arm.

"Run, Sherah!"

With this, his eyes clasped shut again, and immediately a lump of bitterness rose to my throat.

"No!" I screamed, "No, Daddy you can't do this-" His grip now slowly loosened, my whole being seemed to collapse. "Daddy! Daddy, this isn't funny, I-" Tears now lined my face, each drop staining his bloodied shirt. My whole world seemed to spin. No. This cannot be happening. This cannot be happening. This canno-

Another gunshot echoed in the building, I lifted my gaze. The armed men had now surrounded us, eyes anchored towards my direction.

"Murderers," A whisper made its way off my lungs, rage now fueling my very being. "Heartless animals..." I eyed each them, making out the faces of my father's killers.

"Captain," one of them spoke, "Are you sure we shouldn't kill her?"

Captain? I eyed the man. He must be their leader. The most heartless of them all.

"You ... " My hands curled into fists, trembling as each second ticked by. "You murderers!"

In a split of a second, I charged towards them, pushing each man away as I advanced.  "You heartless animals! You-aaarghh!" A hand gripped my wrist, but not soon enough as I felt my nails dig through the face of the man they called 'captain'. 

"Wench!" Another man hissed, grabbing me by my hair as he pulled me away. "How dare you!" He lifted his hand; I gazed away in anticipation to his blow, when instead a deep voice resounded in the room.

"Stop," I lifted my gaze, their captain traced the bloody wound in his face with a finger. He threw me a menacing smile. "Take her. She will pay dearly back in the camp."