Walking down the streets, I glanced at the dust. The wind would lift it off the ground violently and merely seconds later, would let it fall back gently. The world is like that, one starts the war and the other one can't do anything but fight to keep its life. After the war, there's nothing left but destruction, silent and cold. I know. I've lived it.
Walking down the streets, I glanced at the bodies of my comrades lying in their own blood. Fresh blood, still pouring slowly and mingling with the dust on the street. Some of them were still alive, moaning in pain and despair. I just went about my pointless walk, diverting my eyes from my brothers in arms. I had nowhere to go, the world I knew was gone and many people had died because of one man's fetish. I would soon be one of them. None of us had ever wanted to fight this war
but when had we ever had a choice?
Walking down the streets, I left a crimson trail, my knuckles white from grabbing my weapon. I just couldn't let go of it; it was as my life. I heard a woman scream in the distance. But gunshots soon followed and silence fell on the city once more. The calm of death filled this dilapidated battlefield. Debris crashed from a house close to me. The dust rose once more from the ground.
Walking down the streets, the truth hit me; I was the last one. This had been our last stand and we had failed to protect the capital, the heart of our country. In only minutes, the city, once a battlefield, had become a cemetery. As I brought my left hand to my abdomen, I smiled; in front of me, there was an oak. This would be my grave.
Taking my last steps, I rested my back against the protective silhouette of the tree. With my blood-soaked hand, I took of my helmet. My blond hair glimmered in the light of the dawn. I slowly left myself fall to the ground. I had been a coward; the bullet I had taken to the back was shot because I was trying to run away. I had been naïve to think I could get away. The gentle rays of the sun caressing my face seemed as a goodbye.
Taking my last breath, I loosened my fingers around my last companion and slowly let go of life. It was useless to hold on. I closed my eyes and heard the sound of rain. Death would be washed away from this cursed place, resting place of a thousand souls.
No, a thousand and one souls.