Land, covered with corpses, became bloody red; the amoung of dead bodies turned simple green plains into high bloody horrible hills, authentic traps for the last living ones; faces everywhere revealing static moments of pure horror, even the sky became like blood and there's still the silence...
Bill was one of the few humans who resisted to the 3rd World War, kneeling down on a pile of corpses he kept searching for survivors, refusing to admit he was the last of a specie.
In the last few months he covered miles of fields, with no luck at all, every single partner of him had been tortured and killed. He even had mutilated his left leg, but once again, he refused to give up, there's still hope!...
"Hold On, Pain Ends. That's the meaning of hope!" he kept reminding himself.
With his binoculars Bill found a, aparently, dying body wrapped in a white sheet, he was laying back on some kind of trench made of human pieces and he was staring at the sky, as if he was waiting for something to happen.
"That peace of mind, is almost insane!" Bill deduced "Or maybe it's just a fella who believes in the great power of our Lord!"
Analysing the trails between them, Bill noticed that the fella was missing one leg, his right one.
"I know how that feels buddy, let me help you!" Bill told to himself, gazing at his mutilated leg.
With some difficulty, Bill began to crawl towards the place where the fella was.
Wrong move Bill, compassion is the worse mistake you can make during a war. Some voice whispered between the corpses.
Finally reaching for the high spot, completly exposed to the enemy, Bill asked with a smile of victory on his face "How're you feeling, fella? My name is Bill." he raised his hand to shook the guy's hand, however he didn't make a single move, not even his face was full-filled of surprise or any kind of that emotions.
"Concorde." he sighed, looking sort of annoyed, maybe because of the world, maybe because of Billy, perhaps because of nothing or even everything!
"Watch out!" a pure, melodic eight year-old girl voice screamed.
Immediatly, Bill turned around, grabbed an old, rusty shield and positioned himself in a way that the three of them could be shielded from the open-fire.
"It seems like, we have new guests to join the party, what do you th..." Bill gasped, interrupting his own phrase, right when a cold, icy hand got into his skeleton and flesh, grabbing his heart while consuming his soul in every heartbeat.
Never turn your back to the enemy... the statement echoed throught the air.
Bill turned into ashes, on the other hand Concorde's right leg had regenerated. Gaining, one more time, his original balance, Concorde snuggled into the lil 8 year-old child, protecting her from the bullets flying through the air.
"Enough!" his deep, terrifying voice break through the air, within several balls of flames.
Turning his back to the decomposing bodies, he held the hand of the young miss and both of them walked away.
A war's photographer capture this moment...
A man close to thirty years old, with tan skin covered of burn marks and ashes and wearing dark, shabby, old clothes, holding a eight years old girl's hand, with her immaculate, light skin and wearing a long white dress, too big for her small body.
'Remember deary, everything comes with a price!...'
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