Peter’s Perspective

As I look back, I see the smoke building up, the jets soaring through the sky and our town’s houses collapsing to the ground. It haunts me to know that we have to evacuate and makes me realise that we will end up homeless. As we move on, I clear my head but I still see the corpses stacking up and the smell of electrical fire. 

Day into night and the people are starting to fight. Chaos starts as our country’s conflict still plays on. We still find a place to rest but it seems everywhere is possessed. I must go now, Goodnight.

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