The city is lifeless, it dwells on misery. The pools of blood oozing, hard to miss. The buildings collapsed while people were in them. The 'five' as we call them saved most took them away to a far off land, a land rumored to be a haven, but I stayed. This is my home. I still find peace in this shambles of a city, the people still here don't refer to each other as humans. We are called the lost, for even we ourselves don't know who we are.
