In the city, a deep grief, things in the air. It feasts on flesh, and drinks breath. I barely escaped the city of death. I used a bone to pick the lock of my cage, I used fire to divert the guards. I climbed over the walls and the barbed wire and dropped down to the ground below. When I landed, my leg bone split and pierced through my mid decaying flesh. Nevertheless, I am determined to make it back home. To get back to my lovely wife, she waits back at home for me. Dragging my bruised leg behind me, I began on my journey on the path that leads to the one I love. Hours turned into days on this dreadful road. I didn’t know the dead could still starve. I think I’m getting close but there’s no sun to tell how long I’ve been walking. My damaged leg caught on a rock and I tripped onto the dusty ground. I lay there for God knows how long unwilling to move. After what felt like days, I heard the sound of a carriage. The crack of a familiar whip urging the horses faster. I looked up and saw what would have made a beating heart stop. The Reapers carriage indeed was coming quickly. I saw him grin at me, I looked into his caged cart. My wife, bleeding from her wrists, face pale, sitting inside, staring back at where she used to live. Her face was the last thing I saw before the carriage hit me.