you were thinking about just stepping off the ledge of the cliff-- what was there to live for when you're village was slaughterd not even an hour ago?

crying; you heard crying, wailing in the distance.. it wasn't long before you got to the source of noise..

there it was infront of you, a dead women clutching her newborn; that's where the cries came from.. the baby boys face was turning red from being squeezed so tightly by his dead mother..