It was as if hell itself had taken human form and come up from the abyss.

Inside, I screamed for help but the words knew better than to escape my lips.

VOA no longer felt like a sanctuary but rather a mirage and we were desert wanderers.

He was a nobody. Yet and still, he held the gun and therfore all of the power.

We were all pawns easily discarded at the whims of monsters, some of whom were younger than me.