Written by Christopher-. Illustration by Christopher-.
Everything will be gone. The wind blows among the rubble, dust fills the sky, a silent emptiness is all we can feel. Everything, has everything disappeared? .
The machine. As it moved among the flying dust debris, it resembled a tank but it had 4 legs.
(I looked at him curiously.)
"That is not a human creation," said the man on the roof of the building, the rocket launcher being lifted by him. "STUPID DON'T SHOOT, his legs are coated in titanium" A young man shouted.
It was strange. I didn't realize it. As he approached me, I looked into his eyes. He seemed wary of me, did I look like a criminal to him?. The machine is out of control, we have to leave this place, 18 days is our limit, I then asked him "what's on day 19", "Nuclear" He said loudly.
I welcomed him, delicious food was available on the table, the smell alone was appetizing. When I entertained him he was silent, between emptiness and pressure, this man looked thin but he didn't eat greedily either. "Why?" I asked, was this cold room bothering him?
"I feel like whatever we do will be in vain, the machines are roaming around, there are even machines that look like us, I just want to leave." He said weakly, "hahahah, don't be afraid, just stay here for now, honestly I still can't believe why this place has to be nuclearized." Judas said softly.
"HAVX PROGRAM" The man stood up and shouted. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, he glared at Judas viciously, Judas ignored him because he knew this young man was under pressure from death.
Depressed. Upon hearing this, Judas immediately realized this man..."Then why didn't the military evacuate you?" Judas asked with a sharp gaze, slowly Judas pushed him against the wall.
Bounced.(Shards of glass flew accompanied by the sound of breaking glass). The young man was shot in the head. Before my eyes I watched him die,
Shaking. As he watched the scene, he felt a pressure in his heart. Judas trembled and remained motionless. He stared out the window and saw the light reflecting off the top of the building.
"This is serious," he said to himself, he felt so scared that he felt like the fear he was experiencing made him unable to move. His breath was gasping in this room, In the distance, a man in a black robe was aiming at his head, his sweat was starting to wet the floor, Judas was truly being pressed by death.