Portents
The city was a husk of what it had once been. Shattered buildings echoing the outcome of shattered lives for those that had once lived inside. Acrid smoke hung in the air, a combination of accelerant and gunpowder. The debris scattered streets that were empty, filled with only the sound of women keening. Mourning for the fathers, brothers and sons that would never come back. The world was tearing itself apart, the people in it too busy killing each other to realize they’d forgotten what they were fighting for.
Help me.
Save me. .
The world was a husk of what it had once been. Shattered nations echoing the outcome of the shattered ideals for those that had once lived inside them. Heavy clouds hung in the air, the combination of greenhouse gasses and pollution. The debris scattered across oceans and filled only with the wide silence of emptiness. There was no one left to mourn for mothers, fathers, sons and daughters. The last dying creature gasped.
Save me.