The Day the World Ended

A barrage of gunfire passes through the dim moonlight. Dark crimson splatters helplessly to the ground. Voices pour from the darkness, as pale, corpse-like hands reach for you, both enemy and comrade alike. White eyes callously linger upon your fragile silhouette, forsaking a warmth already forgotten by depths of decadent memories. Bodies open their mouths and scream, crying out for someone, anyone, to come save them. They want you to join them, erase the feelings you’ve had, sins you’ve sewn, people you’ve watched over. They all love and fear you, obsessed with those unreadable thoughts swirling through your immature mind.

And then, I see a bullet, lodged into that mind.

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