The church stood on top of a hill. It's stain glass window shining red blue green and yellow light down onto a world of ash. As if the light was a beam of hope trying to lure some soul back into its husk to have a purpose once more.<br/><br/>The church brick walls were crumbling and covered in vines that raced up to the bell tower that was no longer there but crumbled at its feet. All the windows except the one had been shattered. Inside its rotting door was not much better. The books that had once held songs of praise and words of encouragement from the lord where now nothing but nesting for the mice and rats. The pews had been gutted and a lot of them were broken down onto the tiled floor. In the front there was a statue of the Jesus  being crucified on the cross, the statue of Jesus had been left in a shattered pile all over the pull pit and in its place was a poor soul who had been nailed in his place. The corpse was quite decomposed, so it was impossible to tell who or what it had once been. It filled the once holy place with the stench of  death. In red right below it some one had spray painted" My God, My God Why Have You Forsaken Me"<br/><br/>The only thing that had not been touched was a large alabaster stone that had been used as  a table  . It had held communion  from time to time, the sacred ritual between man and the Lord so they would not forget what their<br/>Lord had suffered to save them. Now on its flat surface was a figure cloaked in a dusty colored cloak that hid all her features and her face. She sat on the stone her knees pushed into her chest. Her rusted spear laid leaned up beside the alter.  She had her head rested up on her knees and whispering on phrase over and over again.<em>"meus deus indulgeo mihi"</em>( My God forgive me) As if she prayed this long enough everything would be forgiven and she would be whisked back up to heaven.