Clarke leaned against the ark, the fallen object out of space. Hearing the birds sing in harmony and the drops of water trickles from one leaf to another. She walked out, her feet sinking into the muddy ground and splashing the substance onto her jeans. Leaning against the tree her eyes locked in a blue butter fly, who flew daintily through the trees swooping from pine to pine. She took a deep breath, in hailing the radiated air. All of the sudden a hand grabbed her from behind covering her mouth and smothering her screams.