Hail's breath felt like a chore as she stared at the small file that was held tight in her shaking and purple-pulsing hands. Her body shook and her eyes couldn't contain the tears she had held back so long ago.

What she was looking at? A list of the people that were sent off on the same mission as she was, every single pesonal filed. All proclaimed dead...including her. By the looks of it, Hail was the only one that had gotten out of the mission alive.

Alive....

The file lied. She was here, living and breathing. She was standing here and now. She stood and thrashed at everything in the area no matter how much it hurt, destroying what little was left of burnt chairs and shattering glass.

She was alive. But not for long, it seemed. The Sickness had grasped her.

Hail's vision blurred, her throat sore from yelling curses to the heavens. She looked at the files she had grasped, seeing them wrinkled and torn. Her hands bled a deep purple.

She wobbled in place as Hail scattered the files into the sky, and lost will to stand. Hail wimpered, collapsing onto the scorched surface of the last floor that was structured soundly. The last of her home.

Hail fell on her side, having drained all of her energy. She curled up into a tight ball, the feeling of the Sickness's pain lancing through her aching limbs, and cried softly. Hail warily wondered if this was a vivid nightmare. She hoped she would wake soon, because she didn't want to be here anymore.

Hail closed her tears pulling eyes and passed out.

But not before hearing voices in the distance and the roar of a flying vehicle.