Opening

Clouds drifted lazily across the brilliant blue sky completely oblivious to the turmoil below. The breeze caressed my hair against my face trying to comfort me. Instead they stuck to my salty tears doing nothing to comfort, but to annoy me. I pushed the strands from my eyes and rubbed angrily at the stupid tears that wouldn’t stop falling, and stared at the devastation that lay before me. The air smelled of salty water and death. Objects that once had some use or another were strewn across the beach useless, except as a reminder. People screamed, the sound like wind blowing through dead trees, the hollow sound easily yet continuing to demand and capture one’s attention. I stared as people disappeared into the deep, under tumultuous waves never to be seen again. Never to be found, never to be seen again. Never to be found, never to breath, laugh, or cry. Never again. They were forever silenced. I, the remaining survivor and witness to their demise and destruction. I stared at the desolation, I stared as my friends breathed their last. I watched everyone I loved die.