By Wrath99

The sulfer ridden fumes choked him to consciesness, just days after the attack. The attack came quickly and was just as devastating. He staggerd slowly to his feet, still  clutching her severed head and his rifle. She had once been his love but did not make it through the first wave, her torso and limbs scattered by explosions. He tried to save her, but failed. Now, alone he sits, surrounded by a crumbling city left in ruin. The hail of automatic gunfire and explosions, the soundtrack to his miserable existence, off in the distance, people cry out, children for there parents. Others for salvation that is but a pipedream, then, the VX gas is released amid a huddled crowd, the perpatraitor is quickly shot. Through the head, his skull cavity exploding with the rounds impact, sending blood and brain matter through the air. The VX gas spreads rapidly about the city infecting most of those that remain. He sits and stares out what used to be a wall, separating him and her from them, the outside world. Now all that hides him is the billowing smoke, so he now sits exposed. So, he now will end it all, with his final breath in this plane he maneuvers the barrel into his mouth. With tears streaming down his face, he pulls the trigger. Releasing the hammer unto the round. The slug travels up the barrel , sending his blood, brains and skull fragments all about his room.

The End.