Invasion
There was screaming. My eyes were focused on the ground in front of me, staring at the double yellow line my stance straddled, asphalt on either side. My eyes darted ahead, seeing flames engulfing a familiar skyline. Large towering buildings in the distance toppled, clouds of dust covering the city, the red and yellow lighting from the flames seeping through. To each of my sides was the same sight. Every building was reduced to rubble and covered in flames. The screaming continued and my eyes shot over to their source. A woman, long blonde hair, sat on her knees cradling a body close to her chest, sobbing into it. She took a deep breath, her fingers digging into the body. Her head shot upwards and she let out a screeching yell, the sight of the body clearing as she did. It’s face was that of a young boy, six or seven in age, wearing a t-shirt from a popular television show. Across his chest was a clean cut, sinking into his shoulder, his ...