Sage
There are explosions in the air. Massive clouds of black and red blanketing the horizon. A rancid smell of burnt wood, metal and flesh. We don't fear going closer, but our instincts worn us against it. It is death. And of a kind we want no part of. We don't even know of its creation, its origin. Going into the cities, seems like destruction and chaos of the highest order. This is so much worse, so bad compared to the small towns and outskirrts we have been through already.
©2016, Aelfwynn MacGregor, AMB
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