As dusk settled into an eternal twilight of smoke and flame, small bands of refugees slipped quietly through sewer grates and hidden alleys, hoping to escape the city before the drones caught their heat signatures.
They moved like ghosts through a graveyard, their only prayer to find something—anything—beyond the crumbling perimeter.
Because they all knew:
This place was no longer a city.
It was a dying organism, and anyone left inside when it collapsed would be swallowed whole.
Freedom was in the heart.... love, strength and bravery were the way forward...
No comments:
Post a Comment