Prisoner one

“Hell.” The words echo through my mind slowly as I watch the tv screens in the shattered window displays of every store on the block. Every one of the displays played the same news channel showing the blood soaked cities of Milligan county. Even this block that has now been turned into an apocalyptic war zone. A war zone that i thought i could stop. It seems that i was wrong about that though. “This is hell!” I finally exclaim out loud as if there was somebody there to hear me. Soon after my knees go limp and i fall to the ground crying; absolutely losing my mind and sanity. I await to be shot by the armed Staur soldiers or worse. I didn't know what worse was, but at this point in my life i had learned that there is always a worse than you think. I feel sorry for anyone who is seeing the worse then this. Because even for me, this was life at its lowest point.
“Azalea?” A voice cracked through the air and into my head from behind. I was scared to turn around because i knew what was waiting for me, and the voice spoke again. “Azalea, come here. It can all still be okay.” Just as i had thought, there was a worse.