The sound of thumping hammers has taken over all that we think about. THUD. THUD. THUD. Riots in the streets. The sound of smashing windows, roaring fires. There is no calm, only chaos, only suffering. Men and women, boys and girls, normal people you know from every day walks of life are running around screaming, bats and axes in their hands, each hacking away at the person next to them and, in turn, being hacked at themselves. Nobody could stop themselves. We cannot find the end; there is no cure, no more constant.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
