Shuddering out from beneath the pile of dirt and shattered wood, a child-like figure wrenched it's inhumanly long arms from the debris. Tattered bandages hung off, re-wrapping themselves at their own discretion as the child stretched her arms about her head. Twisting her seemingly boneless arms into a double helix, popping unseen joints loudly, the child looked about her on the wreckage. Her smile was gone as her arms came back down to the ground, steadying themselves palm down before lifting her small body up.
Almost casually, the mummy child walked on her hands through the battered landscape, glancing past corpses and avoiding large piles of rubble. She spared a moment to lift her bandage wrapped hood back up, but then continued on, chittering short words under her breath. Occasionally, a cackle would punctuate the dead air, but she did not stop to look for familiar faces.
She figured anyone she WOULD have known would probably have had the sense to evacuate the battlefield as soon as possible.
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