She didn't know what in the world just happened. One moment, she was covered in wondrous warmth, lost in love's embrace. The next, she was thrust away from her heaven and sent straight back into reality: a broken world where the sky is an unnatural orange, and the sun a sinister red. The brunette angel, whose hands had once been wrapped around her and sharing in their warmth, now held a weapon of massive size, which she used to try and cut down a pair of feral looking dogs. Off in the distance, two older teens were fighting another group of Hounds, along with a man that wielded a baseball bat. Mira's mind quickly caught up, re-evaluating her situation as well as an eight year old could. She was dead, but not alone as she thought, instead being brought alive again and living in a world where animals attack people... That's really hard to take in with such little time.

A Hound, not being pressured by Aya's massive weapon, instead maneuvered around the teen in favor of the weaker looking prey: Mira. The young girl screamed in fear, ducking under a long pounce by sheer instinct, and starting to run away from the beast that soon recovered from it's leap. In her retreat, she stumbled over something and fell to the ground, scuffing her knees and elbows as she impacted the gravel. Tears of pain welled up in her eyes, as she looked down at what had tripped her. The [url=http://majorspoilers.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04a/bladerunnergun.jpg]weapon[/url] sitting innocently under her foot. A loud snarl alerted her to the Hound's advance, charging at her with an open mouth of sharp teeth, and eyes burning with hunger. In a feat that she would later be unable to recreate, she hooked the handle of the gun with her foot, and threw it towards her open hand. With one smooth movement, she aimed the gun at the Hound's head, exhaled to calm her hand, and fired a single round straight through it's skull.

The Hound let out a single whimper, then fell to the ground, it's earlier momentum carrying it a few more feet towards the pinkette. Said pinkette was currently sweating bullets, nearly hyperventilating with the speed of her inhales and exhales. She started to feel a liquid soak her ankles, and as she looked towards her feet she saw a stream of blood leading to the Hound's open wound. Was that... blood? Then the girl understood what she just did. She had just [b]killed[/b] something. It didn't matter what it was trying to do, the fact is that she killed it. She vomited onto the pavement, her teary violet orbs locked onto the dead Hound's clouded ones.