Apocalypse Banishes Class (ABCs)
Ashy beasts crawl downward, ever fearless, grinning horribly in joy. Kids lie motionless, never once piercing quietness. Rubble starts trapping us. Violent whines. Xylophones? Yesterdayās zone. For this story, I wanted to create something with clear direction but a lot of room for the imagination to play. Only being able