You are standing on a precipice, overlooking the scenery. The flaming colors of the fall foliage are split in two by a deep blue gash of a river. The wind picks up and leaves fly through the air to do battle with a flock of migrating birds.

You push the hair out of your eyes and take in a deep breath, absorbing the scents of the wild. The dirt, the leaves, the moist air that told of fall rain to come. You let the breath out in one enormous sigh.

Your name is spoken by a man with a cool, snake like voice behind you, as a black veil covers your vision. Your next breath smells and tastes of musty burlap. The man keeps speaking, but you don't listen to him. You're too busy appreciating the sounds of the natural world around you.

"Well? Do you deny it?" The man asks.

"No. Never." You say. "I love this world, and you won't destroy it."

"Very well, then." The man says behind you. You hear a click that is followed in short order by a loud and deafening noise. Your lifeless body falls from the precipice trailing blood from a bullet wound in your head, a soldier who died trying to protect a more natural way of life.