The end is near

There was nothing but an eerie silence, Jamaa township sat empty. It was once a beautiful place where children played, sang and sniffed the beautiful flowers which grew above grown, where bunnies caught the falling leaves from the autumn trees, where they would get together and celebrate the night of the phantoms, dressing in their best costumes, but now those days were gone.

Jamaa was now an empty wasteland, no buildings, no plants and a terrible stench of blood hung around it. Everyone had evacuated, but if they were stupid enough to stay, they died. Jamaa was gone, everything was gone. But alas, that was all in her head, she wanted Jamaa gone.