Marisa Hamby

I Killed Them All

The cold sweeps around me tossing my hair as I sit in this wasteland. Corpses litter the ground around me with their haunting disfigured faces. The faces of human and beasts alike. Oh, how I envy them. They remember nothing. Not how the blood pour from their nose and eyes, how when we realized the chemical warfare it was all too late, the chaos that took over. Friends and family you have known your whole life became enemies infected. Mayhem took us over and separated us, turn us into animals. A shiver cross over me. Those are the things that you are glad is over. The memories before the world turned to shit. “Can’t think about that” I say aloud to myself.