I can make neither top nor bottom of what's happening. The only things i can discern are the stomping of thousands of feet, the screams of the same, and the desecration of the buildings around me. In a time like this i dare not open my eyes to take it all in, but i wish that i could. I am moving beyond my own will. I am being forced towards a destination that i have no knowledge of, but feel it is as futile as the places they are running from. Destruction. With that being said, there is nothing but complete utter chaos. If only i could do more than wander with open ears. There has never been a time when i've felt more helpless, more alone as i'm being swallowed by what i've discerned by a mass of people.



Below me there are only feet... to each side, shouts and cries for loved ones or even just the closest survivor. Forward there seems to be salvation, or so it would seem. Above us all? I cannot tell. To me, the birds are fleeing, maybe even leading us out of harms way with their feathers falling upon us as snowflakes would in quieter times. Within my dark sight though, I am sure of one thing... the sounds of twisting metal, shattered glass, and split bodies are a spectacle i am very glad that i can not view; hearing them is punishment enough. Never once have i questioned why is this happening, and i haven't even wondered what is going on. I know exactly what it is, this is the end, and until now i thought i knew why man was being brought forth to their judgement. That was before i heard laughter mixed amongst the wings and falling feathers.