She sat there, an almost faux innocence surrounding her tiny body. Then she hears it: A groan - weak and almost inaudible. She stands up, her small feet making their way silently to the man who had emitted that groan, Amongst the hill of corpses before her. She stops, and the man's eyes flicker; registering her presence, but not having the energy to respond. Blue eyes blink at the man, And she smiles, Reaches out her two small hands, And with a loud crack, He was gone.