Refuge

[532 years ago]

[3 hours after Oblivion first descended]

[Elise's PoV]

Blood flooded the streets to the point it was more abundant than even water. Its vibrant, crimson red painted everything:

The walls, the ground, even the people.

Blood flowed like a river. This river of blood crashed through the city, swallowing buildings and survivors alike.

Like any river, civilization gathered around its bed—where they found their final resting place.

At the mouth of the river of blood was a rock—a large rock, one that towered over all the other buildings in the city. This rock wasn't made of stone but rather bones. And flesh, and screams.

Wails of the terrified mixed with the rushing river of blood to create a loud cacophony of agony.

There was no place to escape, no room for recourse. If blood flowed like a river, then how could tears hope to stop anything? All they did was create a bigger flood.