"The Sky turned a blood red, resembling that of the lives lost, the tears came down harder now, as if the Heavens were enraged that there was nothing we, or they could do to prevent this miniature war within a war. The only thing left for us, the Lost as we are called, is to flee, to hide away. But no matter where we go, the horrors follow us, they stalk us, in our darkest memories, we can’t escape what happened, but we can only hope that we can shape the future so this never happens againâ€
My character Carmine in a story