atduhe
The city was in an uproar. Buildings were smoldering, covered in violent messages of colorful spray-paint. Bodies littered the sidewalk, blood trickling into the car-strewn streets. It was deathly quiet. There was an officer,dressed in a once blue uniform walking carefully through the wreckage. He carried a pistol, there was an axe slung over his shoulder. Yet there was not a sound. There was a movement in the window he passed by and with a bang and a splurt of blood is was gone.