Deadness

Sun beams light. It’s morning. Hope to breathe, the day felt like dead night. Life was a silent figure. Not seagulls reined the sky, not one organism was present under the clouds that were so grey. Seemed as if time froze, the result was dead silence. The streets weren't so static before years as of recent. Abrupt as it may seem, but I don’t know if there are many more out there. The last of the humans, impossible!, but days come by and it has become reality. We don’t exist anymore. Ana, my daughter, came beauty with the few, but fell short when calamity struck the planet. The splattered blood and savagery appeared like a frozen memory, stuck in the bellows of my subconscious. I grew dark. I searched, but other life succumbed to falling with this indigenous race that came from the heavens.  They had the wings, like of the clouds, but they wielded blood-stained weaponry. Right away, you can sense the presence of these demons. Simply, because they exhibit such a cold aura. Winter Angels, we called them. They seek to wreck and suck life from whom they encounter. That day. That day, the sun was beaming as always. The past seemed like a lifetime ago, but the trauma. I remember. I lost her on that day. An angel sliced her limbs apart, before they decided to feed on her organs. I watched her dead corpse six feet away as these creatures fed. Her flesh was ripped apart and thrown across. Her blood stained my eyes. Unfortunately, they let me live after this…when I have already died. I struggle to find reason to keep breathing. I’m alone in a dead planet. Waiting for my demise, which is sure to come.