standing alone...

theres so much fire...smoke.

smolders, ruin...total destruction

a breeze rolls past

sending a chill down the spine

the air is thick

a bitter, rancid scent

knowing very well, you may be the last.

disoriented.

confused.

alone.

beginning to hear something from a distance

far...far away

you hold still...just to be sure

trying to be patient

needing it to be real

open your eyes

see it standing there

just a few blocks away

stepping into the sun

its full horror reveled

but you will not run

you will not retreat

no matter the risk

there will be no defeat