DOOMSDAY: TO REMAIN HUMAN
Modern-Day Heroes
[FEATURE WRITING]
20th of July at the year 2020, all felt surreal like an unimaginable cavalry ruptured with route that were least expected to be. "We'll be right there," Mama would whisper, yet instil walls, camouflage with endless sorrow afflicted fury, despondency sprouting on every vain as no cure is given. It's hopeless. Countless corpses laid out. The dimly lit tiled floor, an array of foreboding luminesce and an ominous future. Cries of despair that desolate the verge I was thrown at. Brink that calls, and screeched as I witness my mother suffer from the air which disposed her being to breathe and live. White coat stained with what I can distinguish as blood. Her calls devoid with the light I once saw on those orbs. Undermine capacity
