Epilogue
Finalizing My Seat
We would have never thought we'd end up like this – the music was playing, dancing and echoing in our ears as the constant circular motion made everything around us blur, twitch in abnormal way that only a unreal world would display. With the back of our heads touching as we sat back to back in the hard, tough and warn down caracal seats blood leaked, passing over countless bruises and scabbed over wounds.
Was this our destiny, to simply stand still after the war we had endured? No, it wasn't- those blue coats lingered by the side of the machine we were on, staring, grinning… laughing as our demise continued and it felt as if deaths cold grasp had finally come to finally free us from the pain.
Nevertheless it didn't stop us from turning out heads away from the coated figures and murmuring between each other, determined on our weak words that would not only bring obliteration to coated figures plans to run us down, and ultimately bring continuation to our life.