He sighed at the fiery shells of what used to be houses, shops, offices… Thick black smoke billowed. Charred bodies were scattered along the streets. It’s just like my city, he thought as scant sunbeams pierced the ashen haze.

But it was theirs.

He huffed, reloaded: the payback must continue.

Joey tries to write a little. You can find him and abuse him at joeytoey.com.