Every saturday, I would walk up and see the morning sun... But today was different. Instead of the usual smell of nothing, there was ash, the window was dark, and no one was around me... Thinking that everyone went somewhere, I dressed and rinsed my mouth. I looked into the mirror and noticed that smoke was coming off of the ceiling. Franticaly, I ran twoards the front door and yanked the door open. There was fire everywhere, houses I saw were burning, trees and bushes all burnt. I fell down to my porch, bewildered,
"Is this hell?" I asked myself.
"Certainly, if you just sit there." Out of nowhere, a voice appeared.
Slowly, I glanced up to see a figure dressed in robes carry two rifles.
"Here, have one." He tossed me a rifle.
Suprisingly, it felt lighter than the guns I've ever held.
"Follow me, you'll learn how to use it, or you already know." And with that he leaped from my roof top onto the front yard and ran southward.
Willingly, I followed him, hoping that he would know the answer to my open ended questions.
As I continued to follow him, bodies and scraps of warfare laid all over the place.
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