Winds swept along the streets, cultivating the crisp air so wanted by the grasp of man. The buildings were draped in darkness, clinging onto every corner of the desolate town. The sound of feet skittering over dead leaves pulsated through the air, warped light refracting through the gaps of passage in the trees.
Screams pierced through the air, filling the streets, catching the mans mind. The war has broke out…it was time. Smoke arose from roofs and terraces alike, the flames grew into the sky disappearing into the night sky.
The rebels are awaiting the signal to strike, the men pacing the base completely unaware of the war blazing above them. Then they came, like a thief in the night, parading into the streets and flooding the alleys, the rebellion had started.