ANTIDOTE - The Last Breed

She laid almost extinct in the woods bleeding profusely, Watching herself bleed, she struggles to make it home in order to rehabilitate. With every drip that came off from her gave a thousand curse.

What if I don't make it home... she cried. The thunderstorm bequeathed a percussion of rain, the lightning stroke and there was darkness in the face of the earth. (In pain) He would suffer, he.... (Coughs) and his generations will. They shall be abomination to the face of the earth and to human race!.

The sun and the moon shall enslave them, nature shall reject their kind till it gets dawn on them. She cried painfully as she draws her last breathe, we shall meet again (was her last words)