Brothers In The End

" My left hand hung limply at my side. The slick wetness of my blood dripped from my fingertips to the ashen mixed dust under my feet. Sparks and ash floated by me, landing on my shoulders and face. I had to move but my legs felt heavy. All I could do was watch. A great amount of heat poured over me. The flames enveloped everything. A breeze drifted by unaffected by the devastation that was unfolding here. It drifted through the bloody wet cotton shirt and trousers I wore causing me to shiver. I could smell sulfur and smoke and It burned my nostrils."

A story about two brothers fighting through the coming storm of horrors.

Casually writing this to improve my typing speed and also for fun.