before it ends
My eyes open slowly. I am lying on a cold, hard surface and see the dim outlines of things – broken windows, turned-over furniture, debris on the floor. Where am I? I remember running, hiding, being hungry. Humanity died when the war started. I inhale the night air. Then hear someone else taking a breath. I exhale stealthily. “Are you awake?” A hoarse voice comes … Continue reading before it ends