The little girl walked through the front yard and down the front path, completely unafraid of the dead bodies and hungry crows.
Mila and I followed closely.
I could see the little girl's eyes glazed over, walking down the path like a little zombie. She was zoned out, probably entirely unaware of her surroundings.
We followed young Mila into the town at the base of the hill. To our right, the forest still burned, but the blaze was farther away, like it had been burning for days and had charred everything close to the town.
Young Mila continued to walk right through the streets.
Bodies covered the sidewalks, draped over porches and stairs, houses were all burned and broken down.
The only sound was of creaking wood and cawing crows that feasted on the bodies.
From the smell, I k
