the script of life
The year is 2020 and the dust covers the land , not much is living as the sun burns all to sand . Surveying our old planet , the dirt is is golden red . Trees that were once lush and green , now broken and a skeletal . The last building that are left standing are crumbling in the wind . As we take our first steps on the this barron land my feet crunch through the layer of top glass on the soil . My boot sinks and i can feel something hard ,something under foot . As i place my hand in to the warm dirt i could feel a metal cylinder , it was a shotgun shell
Earth is not the same as it was only 2 years ago when the sun storms ravished our once green lands . Our time was running short , it was like an egg timer and the grains of sand are sealing our fate . The first storm crippled all technology, and sent people in to a frenzy and rich became poor in seconds , and everyone was on the same team , the team that wanted to survive.
My name is Terence mcgaven , i was just 23 when the first storm killed millions . It was a day that was forever burnt in to the mind of every survivor , many call it the day it rained metal
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