No title yet-thinkin of one Dx
I walk this empty street on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
Where the city sleeps and Im the only one and I walk alone
His footsteps echoed the empty streets of New York City. He searched for any form of life, yet didnt find one. All there was was a sight of pure destruction. It had killed everything, destroyed everything
except him. He stopped in his tracts and put his head in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. It had taken his kid and wife.
The images of their faces floated around in his mind and he sobbed more. Why didnt it just take him? They were so innocent. They were his everything and now they were gone
forever. He looked up from his hands; his face soaked with his hot tears and looked around again. Where would he get food from? He zigzagged through destroyed cars parked on the sides of the street, some even in the middle of the road still. Some still had corpses in the seats, eyes widened with fear.