she woke-enigma

she woke in the crisp winter dawn of december without a notion of where she was.
her eyes fluttered open at the sharp sounds of machinery and the silent cries of dead tries decapitated from mother earth.
stirring, her aching body refused to move more than mere inches. the pain was coming back to her now; she could feel it creeping in the very depths of her marrow and bone.

she furiously heaved and lugged her body upright. her eyes squinted in the early light as she peered around in search of someone-anything-else. nothing, just the hum, click, whir, of distant tyrannic humans' machines.

her lips parted is sudden enlightenment-"sandra."-and she turned her head to the frail and gray body a ways from her. memories flooded back.

"oh,god, anne, their machines, their machines..tearing down everything.." sandra was panting so heavily that night. anne knew what the poor girl had seen, had heard. she comforted the thin child, rocking her back and forth between heaving sobs of grief for the life-breathing flora. "i know, i know. they'll get us too if we don't keep moving." they had been running, jogging, then finally crawling out of exhaustion. "we have to escape their machines." in the distance they heard gunshots of AK-47s -with each bullet sandra had shuddered from terror. "why, why would they do this to us?" she would cry.

the smell of smoke and smog and fire brought anne back to the present.

they were drawing nearer, and the girls were running out of time.