Looking for Friends in the Flames of War

(No male protagonist)+(Short story)+(Contains bloody content)+(Not the Virgin)+(Slow-burning)+(Not intellectual) When I woke up, the war was still going on. The roar of planes shook the sky. The army's iron hooves were all over the town. Survival had become extremely difficult, let alone finding the friend who still held his hand tightly at the critical moment. "Ann, where are you?" The bells rang over and over again, and the screams came and went. As the lights that were both energy and strength were turned on, everyone was treated, the corpses were dissolving, the steel walls rose from the ground and then disappeared quietly, the rain never stopped, and thousands of difficulties and dangers stood in front of Serves. But none of this could stop her from searching for Anlos. "Don't worry, Cy, I'm always with you." (The author clicked too quickly when setting the status of the work, and it is not actually finished. Please forgive me)