Just a gentleman who has been writing ideas and stories for years, now deciding to put it on the net and here we are.
It was the same smell again, always the same smell. Power plants that once burned from the tops now burned endlessly to the ground, like the world’s greatest wick, gasoline fires from the ever-growing piles of bodies and burnt flesh. The others didn’t seem to notice anymore, or at least they didn’t talk about it. What difference would it make? The old world and everything that used to be in it had to be burnt. There were no questions to it, there were no questions to anything anymore.