I Feel Like Writing

Should I continue or end this?

I look around me
Destruction
Despair
Death hides behind the shrieks of terror
The cold, ominous wind replaces what was once a prosperous village
What is left is a timer
A timer that ticks down to the moment every memory of the town has perished
The sun's rays drip out of the sky, painting orange streaks onto the houses
The dead rise, not realizing they are never to awake from their eternal slumber
The streets, littered of a red carpet that smells of metal
As you walk down the red carpet, you see families who will forever be joined together in their grave
The looks of terror on their faces cuts through you