When he opened his eyes all he saw was war. What he saw terrified him, dead bodies that once belonged to soldiers and citizens, fire, and destroyed buildings. There were people dying slowly, burning alive or being dragged away but the enemies. He tried to help them, but he could not move, he could not speak, he could not do anything but watch, and that's what he did, he watched. He watched as the enemies killed his neighbors, he watched as the dead bodies got dragged away by hungry wolves. He watched. The bombs exploded and his eyes forced open, sweat was running down his face and back as he got up from his bed to the cold room. He stood in front of a mirror, showing his tall, thin reflection. He sighed not understanding why this memory always attacked him, of course it was the only memory he had of the last ten years. He apparently got amnesia right after that memory happened, the bomb exploded causing him to loose ten years of his life, he was fifteen then, twenty-five now. He sighed as he went back to bed, thinking about how important sleep was considering he had a meeting early the next morning. But what he didn't know could change his life forever, in a way the war couldn't, he was alone, the war killed everyone, he was the only survivor on the planet. The meeting he had tomorrow, his co-workers, even his wife and kids were all figments of his imagination, and it all came from his lonely, crazy mind.
