The world was dying, life faded away and on the streets people’s screams filled the air. They were screaming for their loved ones. The ones that were already dead, the ones that were lying motionless in the streets. Fires destroy their lives, destroy their possessions and memories. For them ,they were running to their children, husband, brothers, sisters and friends. They wouldn’t find them, they would die thinking about what they didn’t do with their lives and how much they regretted. Normal people were dying, running, screaming. Hoping and praying to be saved. Alive in a few hours. It wouldn’t work. They would die eventually. If not now? Then in a few weeks when the few survivors were fighting for food. They were being brave. Hopeful. Human, I didn’t have anyone out there; I was just sitting in my cell waiting for the screams to stop and the world to end. I was the one person who wanted to die and thanks to the police I was the one girl to live.