Monologue About Running
I have been running running where, I do not know. What am I running, from is this a dream. It's very Thick, I’m running along a barbed wire fence overtaken by weeds. There's gun shells left behind from soldiers and half a rusted barrel. Leafs falling from trees like paratroopers, tanks left behind that look like they have been attacked by mother nature. A withered tree life less. There's a pond of blood dripping like morning dew, Bodies covering the ground. I see a house in the distance, It's being burnt down by korean soldiers. They're everywhere, it's like they have a endless supplies of Ak-47 and side arms. They all carry gas mask for what, what's gonna happen. Theres holes everywhere like its the surface of the moon. Airplanes flying