Jake
I wandered through a familiar street, taking everything in. Everything I had known from my childhood had been destroyed, overgrown by vines, or set on fire. Then I came to an old worn house, and went inside. I looked on the ground, at the skeletons of what had once been my parents. I went up the stairs and looked at my old room, withered and torn, and fell to my knees and let sadness overcomeme.
