David Kohnke

Dystopian Heart

Shots rang through the air, causing Avery to shoot up from his bed and interrupting his much-needed sleep. He walked over to the wall, peering out from a hole caused by the decaying drywall and wood. He noted that the shots seemed to be coming from a few blocks over. This event was unfortunately nothing new to him. After realizing he wasn’t going to be getting any more shuteye for the day, he started to get ready for the day to come.