There used to be six of us, now I'm alone.
It started two years ago today; the war. It was horrible. At first it was organized. There were foot soldiers and tanks and planes and bombers. People snuck into enemy territory as Suicide bombers. Every move was carefully planned and thought through.
But then it all fell apart.
It fell into madness and chaos. The careful, organized war had turned into nothing but a heaping mass of squirming, running, bleeding, soldiers.
Everybody was dead. Or soon to be, at least. It was amazing how fast everything turned to shit. It happened so quickly, I don't even think anyone knows what really happened. But the governments had crashed completely.
Civilians had given up trying to stay safe, and had now started schooling again, just hoping to not get murdered. People were killing men from their very own countries, out of pure terror that it might be an enemy.
The world truly was falling to shit.
