A beggar child.

A child laments on the side of road. Tracks of his tears cut through the dirt caked to his small face. Howling wind cuts through the storm drain, destroyed cars and broken bodies litter the sides of the ditch and fill the base. The air is thick with flies, they are like a black cloud that hovers over every remnance of human life. He cries. Crows squawk madly, their bellies full with ill gotten gains. The polluted stream that cuts through the storm ditch carries blood and bodies away from the ravaged city. His salvation will be found soon, his eye lids grow heavy, he feels a hot liquid flowing from his chest, his white shirt turns a crimson red. He falls asleep. His salvation sweet and welcome.