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Kyle's POV I found myself alone in the woods, it was in the dead of the night, wait, maybe not completely dead of the night, it felt as if the moon had covered the sun. I shuddered as I smelled the flames and the distinct odor of burning bodies in the air. I could hear the screams in the darkness, the howls of pain echoing. Against my will, my legs began moving towards where the voices were coming from, my steady movement soon turned into a race-like one and before I knew what was happening, I found myself back home, in my mother's house. There was smoke every making it difficult to see through the fogy space up ahead, I tried moving my legs only to notice that I was standing on dead mutilated bodies. I couldn't describe how I felt at that moment, I didn't feel good or bad, it just