1. Day 1
"The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire."
She feels the searing, suffocating air wrapping around her lungs.
She feels the weight of the bodies - the weight of the corpses pressing down on her, threatening to crush her. Progress is slow and painful but at least it is there.
She remembers the pain.
The pain of being thrown in a pit of living, writhing people and the pain of having more people thrown in. Then the flames. Those who weren't crushed to death were consumed by the fire until there were none left to scream.
None except her.
She retches and retches, but the charred corpses don't leave and there's nothing more to throw up.
Parched and exhausted, she dare not sleep. If the bodies above her and the need for sustenance wouldn't finish her off then the nightmares that haunt her would be her end.
This is going to take a while.