The air tasted like dust...

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Prompt:
write using this idea:

the air tasted like dust and her feet were killing her...

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The air tasted like dust and her feet were killing her. 

The searing pain and the nauseating smell of her own burning flesh.

The continuous replay of the torturous sound of people screaming out in pain. 

Play, pause, rewind, repeat. 

The crunch in her bones every time she moved. 

Being the sole survivor was killing her. 

The air tasted like dust and her feel were killing her.

A lot of things were killing her.

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