-death must not come and get me- looking for death was better than waiting for it to find someone-
death and more death, the details of littered peoples, filled the ground and even though you could see the sidewalk it was covered in mere places by greater things- bodies.
You are alone when no one is alive,
you are alone when you are dead.
Death was an illusion, a mirage of sorts in the epic scene of life, the panorama of reality.