And now what?

What am I supposed to do?

They are gone.

All gone, never to return.

He left, walked out that door.

I could still hear his footsteps

She was his victim.

I could still hear her screams.

They, they ran. They didn't get far before the guns killed them.

I can still feel their fear.

She, the other girl, she ended it all, for herself.

I can still feel her cuts.

Me? I am sitting here, after the bomb went off.

My ears ring, my eyes sting.

The blood softly trickles down my cheek.

But I'm too numb to pay attention to that.

They, they took anything I needed, anything I wanted.

I stood, wiping soot from my forehead, with my left arm.

My right arm was limp, broken I supposed.

I attempted to move it, my muscles clenched,

shards of pain cut through my whole body, like glass.

I gritted my teeth and stopped.

It was pointless.

I was alone.

I looked up the street,

Eveything was on fire.

Billowing smoke curled up into the sky.

Symbolic, I assume, of the spirits headed that way.

Although, not mine.

I was stuck in a place, worse than Hell.

I had to fend for myself, in a country warring against itself.

I peered into the forest.

Perhaps that would shelter me?

Not if the boar got to me.

This was the start, the start of the end, that is.

The end of my "normal" life.

And I face it alone.