#oldhead

–August 27th, 3131 Ouset–

Civil defence sirens blared into the scarlet sky. A child's silhouette stood alone on a burning rooftop as buildings crumbled to ash around him. A victim of terrorism, Caesar silently watched everything he once knew fall to the cruel inferno of war. The tallest towers were in shambles; The blaze of destruction tinted the world in a terrible crimson hue.

Before Caesar realised it, he was running down a ruined highway, led by the hand by his older sister, Thursday. The two fled with nothing in their minds but survival. A section of the bridge over a river run dry had been obliterated; Thursday swallowed her faith and made a mighty leap across.

They ran relentlessly from the flames that charred their childhood, ran until the asphalt streets faded to dead grass. Their arrival at the city gate, which was no more than smouldering rubble, provided cursory relief. Climbing past the final obstacle, Caesar and Thursday ran into the forest for as long as their adrenaline would take them.

On and on they went, as the roar of explosions grew distant. Caesar, a mere 4-year-old, oblivious to the meaning of death, marvelled at the green nature that enwreathed him. The two ran past a crater overgrown with plants. Once a site of destruction, it now housed life; Such is the cyclic nature of the world.