It was dark, needlessly so, when they came.
It had been quiet, unsuspecting, sneaking up on them while they were on his couch.
A long, drawn out sound deafened him when he came to, his eyes opening to see the destruction of his-and many other's- home.
He slowly picked himself off the ground, feeling several broken ribs as the incessant noise drowned out his voice.
Nothing as he tried to call. Only buzzing...
The Membrane building in the distance didn't make any sound when it fell, yet he limped his way there the whole time.
Blood trailed behind him, red poppies in the winter.
There were no brands, no symbols declaring the destruction of the planet had been this race's.
Just...
Why was the world so cold and silent?
It used to be busy here, but now it smelt of death, decay...
Where were they?
He finally collapsed at the building's feet, like it was a sort of idol. He laid there, waiting for someone, anyone to save him.
When he saw the shadow rest over his form, he smiled. Turning, he watched in confusion at...
What was the dark-haired boy doing here?