Ms. Gardner English 10H Period 4 7 December 2014 Dehousing
Bricks are falling, One by one.
Furniture is dismantled, limbs flicker in the wind like cloth. The blast had filtered out the darkness, and shrouded us in utter demise. Bricks are falling one by one. Crying spears silence in the face, and the odor of smoked flesh envelopes the air. The target on our heads has finally disappeared. I didnt think dehousing would be this bad.