The End
He viewed the horror before him, numb, the whites of his eyes accentuated by his blackened face. He couldn’t see her. The pain of his injury hit home as he grabbed at his bloodied left thigh, the other leg pinned down, but by what? At first he didn’t recognise it as a body but touching it left him in no doubt. He struggled free and stared at the corpse. Was it her? He turned and vomited, his insides, threatening to follow through. He wiped his mouth and turned the lifeless body over. Tears of selfish relief fell freely. Not her. His frantic eyes searched around, but amongst the all encompassing carnage it was impossible to make sense of anything, let alone a face in the crowd. He called her name, bewildered at the scene; the chaos bore no resemblance to what had been. His mind was unable to fully comprehend the new landscape as he balanced upon a pile of smouldering ruins. ‘What have we done?’He called her name again and again, each time louder than the last.
The tumultuous event shocked the world at 8:45am BST on July 4th 2040. The dream which so many had held in their hearts as the hope for future generations now lay in the charred wreck. The greed of man, as always, had only brought tragedy. Neither the reason nor those responsible was important now; many of those who had held that dream were. But they were lost…She was lost.
