Manem92

The fire licking up all the buildings in the city. It's quiet. The only thing you hear is fire crackling, and sends huge black clouds of ash into the air. Along the streets you see people who is very, very still. No breathing, no movements. All burnt and sore after the game. No beating hearts. Pale faces, staring eyes, shrouded in fear. A dead city. It seems as if the clock is ticking more slowly, and each puff takes his time, where it softly moves between the bodies. The clouds sail past in silent, gray and dreary. It's cold, and from the frozen trees, birds sitting and watching. Some frightened, others hungry for meat. But none of them mak