The first thing I saw today when I woke up was a dead baby. I hardly recognized what it was until my gaze shifted to what I thought was five people. But, they weren’t people anymore. All of them, huddled over the ground shaking, blood splattered across the pavement beneath them. I thought it was a dream until I went to wake up my roommate. She was still herself. I clutched her in my arms, just to touch someone because I went numb. I couldn’t picture anything else. It was so strange, a dead baby. I mean there was hardly anything left just remaining flesh hanging off tiny bones, limbs scattered, head cracked open. There was only a small part of face left. It was as if they did it on purpose, three puzzle pieces remaining just to let the fear into your heart. I can’t get the picture out of my head. It hurt to see so I closed my eyes, but that was even worse. I could only make out a dull ringing sound and I slowly began to cry. Silent tears and a blank stare.