rpmusingsnstuff:

  The sound of machines marching into a screaming mass did not cause him to turn. The sound of children crying for their mothers would not pull his gaze from the far edge of the city. The sound that finally caused him to pause long enough to look back on the burning city was the voices raised over the din, chanting almost in unison:

     We are the dead.

          We are the dead.

               We are the dead.