Death dawned in Moscow. Dark and heavy clouds blocked out the sun, making me feel very small and insecure as I walked down the silent street that was normally full of people. Thoughts were racing through my mind, scary thoughts, thoughts about my parents, my siblings and my friends.. would we be able to survive this...? An army truck zoomed past me, heading towards the presidential palace. Suddenly i heard a loud explosion, which had originated from the building ahead of me. The sound of gunfire filled the air. I turned around and started running as fast as i could in the opposite direction. I could hear shouts and screams- people were running out if their houses.. running for their lives.. I kept walking-I had to reach the palace before it was too late-before none of this could ever be reversed, but the wind was so strong, holding me back, slowing me down, as if it was telling me to stop.
I could not think staright, I had to get away fro the explosion, I had to get to the palace before it was too late. This was all happening way too fast. the pulses now quickening, softly its painstaking. so lost and searching my way in this raging wind. surely, it begun to rain, painful rain. But lo, time will not heal the pain..
i anted to put rain of bullets lol.