The damp street made unbearable discomfort for those corpses lying there lifeless; not a drop of warmth found in their cold dead eyes. Bones spiraled underneath thin pale layers of skin. You could see every part of the skeleton wrap around the small lifeless body. Every little move they made, you could hear the scraping sound of bones on the ground. Blood engulfed everything dripping down water spouts and lampposts, while crows waited eagerly every minute to watch something fall to the ground dead. You can hear slow slurred mumbles of a loss of sanity that once was "I suppose you could say.... hümäñ." The survivors you could say, lost their right to think, carving numbers on their body with knives and pieces of rock while they laughed and simply whisper , "I'm keeping score of the winner." Eyes no longer a blue or brown color, but black; the certain color of insanity and death. Children are limping through the streets screaming "WHO WON?! DID WE WIN!?" While planes crashed to the ground years ago and tanks done for are now rusting. "Sanity you say? All the survivors lost their sanity at the start of the war." People feeding on the corpses or their relatives to stay alive ripping through every tendon and blood vessel they meet, slowly but surely eating each other away to the point of nonexistence. At first we were civilized human beings standing at our own two feet talking knowledge and truth, but now we crouch down to the ground making groaning noises and attacking anything that makes a sudden movement. Are we humans anymore or are we just animals. Weren't we always animals? If that is so, then we just got the advantage of our thinking taken away just like every other animal. It's all a game to play but more violent and "real".Did they win, or did they just lose themselves in the engulfment of the so call 'game'.
"Oh and the survivors? They aren't really surviving anything, they're experiencing the instincts of life or death." They are the Unlucky Survivors
