We run for slater but there is none to give. We run for safety but there is now were safe. Buildings collapse over us as we run. The sky is coved with smoke. We are all full of fear. The screams taken out buy the sound of glass breaking and the floor ripping apart. Every think is out of order. Our world destroyed and a baby's cry is the last sound of life we hear before fires consume every think it touches leaving only ash.
Our world has falling and we failed to prevent it. Lives are lost and can't be taking back. But not all is lost, for we are the last to survive and we still have a chance. We move one. We try to re-build. We grow again. Our numbers become strong and we start all over again but this time we will be prepared... We have too.