Withering grass,
Withering trees.
This all occurred because of one person. Said person gained access to all the nuclear weaponry in the world. No one knew when or how he obtained it, but all I know at that time was the world was about to end. Sirens ring throughout the air as people evacuate and I knew this will be meanless. Common people were not told of the main issues, but as a soldier, I still had to do my duties. I escorted people into the buses and we're the group that will be the last to leave.
More nukes drop upon the earth and the skies will never become clear again. My group lost contact with command quickly. Someone took the lead and we kept on marching. All the vehicles were taken for use to carry the civilians, thus we were on foot. My group slowly fell apart to radiation and despair and after a week, a third of us remains. Even I wondered, how many people will survive. The radiation dose is high.
Weird thoughts start occurring to some people as we marched. Even I had one; would I die to lightning or radiation if I tried my best and waved my saber into the air during a storm. I dismiss the thought as we continue to trek with our remaining members.
After another few days, I was the only one left.
Withering grass,
Withering trees,
They trim the road,
They dim the soul.
They are all I see upon this road, I haven't seen any animals yet in the past few days. My head hurts badly and I can barely think. But I kept on going, to where?
It finally occurred to me, no one told me where we're going and all my comrades died without sharing it.
Soon, there was a thunderstorm and I committed to my previous thoughts. Better to go out in an exotic way than radiation.
I stood out in a clear, then...
I waved the saber into the air...
Crack
Lightning struck and coursed through my body and my consciousness fades away.