THE END

Devestated, I look around at the littered world, sand dunes slope over the destroyed city

 buildings are torn apart.The polluted air fills my nostrils, black clouds cover the sky like jail bars on a prison cell.

As I walk over the deserted dunes I wonder if any other living creatures survived the explosion other than cockroaches.The world was silent and night fall is close I take shelter in a half buried house

I try to comfortmy self, by I can't. 

This truly is the end.