Miss-mooh

You had never been afraid of much. You were tough, and that was why you had come here in the first place. To this ruined swathe of shattered glass and broken homes. Towers lay on their sides like tilted dominoes. The air was still and devoid of any sound or smell. It felt haunted. And no wonder. So many had died here that just walking among the rubble gave you chills. But you had come here for a reason, and you would see that your duty was fulfilled. Your duty to your family who you had been forced to abandon, and who had no doubt been killed by his hand. A shard of scorched fibre cracked under the sole of your heavy boot. You had come in y