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She sat there silently looking amongst the others in their large white suits that draping down to their ankles disguising their true figure and identity. Their hands wore long white gloves that protected them from anything they may have touched. Their faces concealed only revealing their eyes from behind the large silver protective mask that allowed them to breathe. Their masks were connected to large silver tanks of oxygen that where on the backs of everyone on the bus, without it they wouldn’t be alive. She closed her eyes and reminisced of the days where she lay on the grass and inhaled the rich scent around her, alluring and almost overwhelming. The warm light of the sun touching her face and warming her all over, the grass tickle her bare feet like a feather. She would see bushes of wildflowers sitting at the feet of healthy green trees while fluttering insects darted between the colorful flowers. The bus came to a halt interrupting the thoughts she had been lost in, shaking her like a leaf. She dared herself to open her eyes and let the memory fade, she sighed pulled herself up and stepped outside. Looking into the sky a million shades of red mixed into a toxic potion, blood red, metallic and bold. The sky was painfully dark; like the sun had closed its eyes. Even with the mask on the smell of burnt plastic still lingered in the air and it made her feel nauseous. On this particular day rain was pouring down from thick clouds with a violent howling wind that blew hard against her and she staggered to keep her balance. Her suit was now blood soaked, instead of clear rain drops; sore red ones soaked it, as if the sky was bleeding.