When Addison had woken up that morning, she had seen death. Her parents lay, dead at her feet, her brother suffering the same horrible fate. Her little sister had been strangled, the pale fingertips still showing around her small neck. Her emotions kicked in later that day, but not before she had seen her town, burned to the ground. The thoughts "How did I survive?" and "Did I survive for a reason?" bounced around in her mind for a short while. Her arms were covered in burns and bruises, but like her emotions, the pain didn't come until later. The bruises were an ugly purple-green colour, not much different from a vomit colour. The burns were a blackened charcoal colour. Looking at her wounds made Addison feel sick and she dry retched onto the burned grass. After half an hour, she finally stopped and sat down. Addison was a very logical woman, so naturally, she started to look for ways to survive. A burnt piece of pork here and there but that was it. She stood staring at something in the distance. The forest. That was Addison's best hope at survival. She readied herself and gathered what she needed. Addison took one last look around and started walking. In her hands was a dark olive green cloak.