Drabble #16
Prompt: Resolution
Why do I write these things that are sad? I don't know. I blame the XL'ers, we tend to do angst in waves.
Smoke coils over the crumpled, smoldering remains of the city. Rubble shifts, a small animal darts into the street. A flash of red lights the air, and the animal falls, dead. A soft clanking sound, growing steadily louder, follows and with a mechanical whir, a Krabe leans into view. It tilts forward, inspects the dead creature before continuing through the rubble, crumbled city wreckage shifting in its wake.
They gave everything to the fight, held on tooth and nail till the bitter end.
It's not the resolution they fought for, but they're gone now, so it doesn't really matter anymore.