GarniGal's Journal:

Extinction is quiet, without fanfare. There are no martial drum beats tolling each final breath. There is no fireworks show throwing light and colour on pale skin. There is no band playing Taps as blood leaches into thirsty soil. There is no audience, watching with tears in their eyes as the pulse in a throat flutters, stills… stops.

There is only a girl, broken on the ground and watching her too short life flash before her eyes.

There is only a girl, woken panting from a bloody dream and not yet aware that life as she knew it is over.