I wake up in a daze. Where am I? I sit up and look around, whilst rubbing my eyes. What I see… the horror…

Death. Everything around me is- dead. I- I can't believe it! What happened here? The scene in front of me is-is horrible! I'm on a hill, it seems. The grass is withered and grey. There is a nearby forest, below the hill I am atop of. The trees there are dying as well. Everything seems grey, as if the colour was drained from the world. Colour no longer exists. I stand up. My legs are shaking so hard, I can barely stand. I ask myself again, willing myself to remember, for there is a reason, there must be- what happened?

My vision swims before me. Everywhere I look, it's moving like water. Ripples. What I see is rippling. It's not clear. It's moving. I turn, hoping it's all just a nightmare, hoping it's all fake… and then I see it.

I'm not sure what it even is anymore, though I do recognise it. Its skin is white. They're looking at me. Why do they seem so scared? They shout out, and someone else appears behind them. They gape at me and open their mouths to scream. The two people are wearing that camouflage uniform thing. They're both holding- what are they called? - guns. The first person aims and fires at me. The sound is so loud, I'm sure I've gone deaf…

The bullet flies past me, but I'm already running away. The people, the soldiers, chase me, down the hill, through the dying forest, beyond the silent trees, and finally, after what seems like decades, there is a small house. A cottage. As I run towards it, I hear the soldiers pull back. My vision still swims. I run faster, my heart, or something, beating wildly. I reach the cottage and wrench the wooden door open and burst inside. No one is there. I stagger towards an open door. It's a bathroom. I can see the sink and mirror. A toilet and a shower. I must be a mess. I'd better clean up. I check my reflection in the mirror, just in case I'm miraculously clean. What stares back at me is horrid. Ugly. Foul. A ghoulish thing, yet it must be me. My face is pale white, like the soldiers', but half my face is grey. A few boils and blisters have taken residence on my cheek and forehead. I look hideous. Judging by my appearance, my brain must be rotting by now, my heart must have stopped ages ago. I open my mouth to scream.