Rubble all around surrounding.
No where is safe.
Everywhere smells like copper, smells like a bittersweet victory.
It all just feels wrong.
I feel guilty.
I had to do it.
Me or them.
This place used to be so happy.
Children used to laugh...
Now they just cry dusty tears.
They sing songs with their cries of pain.
And nobody cares.
Not anymore.
All the food now tastes like dust and pain.
Hard to get a good apple around here.
People have gone psychotic.
Killing everything in eyesight.
Trying to go down in a blaze of glory.
They don't.
They almost never do.
They always go out without noti--
