Prologue
Fire...
The color red fills the sky, while screams rip through the air. The walls of society have finally fallen down. The world is ending...
People are dying, little children are crying...millions of people's lives are gone...
I feel pain...
Both internal and external pain...I mourn for those who are dead, but wail for the living; The ones who must now suffer.
My skin is bloody, and littered with cuts and scabs. My throat is raw and scratchy; My palms sweaty and aching, while my finger nails have been chewed down to nearly nothing.
For the past few weeks I've worried about this day, about dying. Now, I couldn't care less. So many people are dead, gone...soon I'll be gone, too. No use fighting anymore...
Smoke swirls across the sky, clouding the sun. Ashes fall to the ground like snowflakes, covering everything like a thick blanket.
Every breath I take hurts. My lungs burn, and my eyes suddenly feel heavier than they did moments before...
Every muscle in my body seems to relax, and my chest slowly stops rising and falling. My eyes shut, and I feel nothing but warmth and peace despite the chaos destroying the world around me.
Loud gunshots become softer, and the fire becomes dimmer until there is nothing left...