The cracks in the road were growing. The mob, wild and panicked, like stampeding cows, was a mass of crushing flesh writhing across the rubble. The edges of the massive human beast began to fray as the way forwards became tighter. The animal’s sides dropped into the roiling darkness below. Some screamed. Others yelled angrily, their hearts still burning with the injustice of their fall, twisting and clawing vainly at the empty air as life fell upwards away from them. Behind the beast a great hunter was rising, all power and fury, shattering paper towers before it’s unstoppable steed. It’s speed was unmatched and the prey would soon be swallowed by crushing blackness.

There on the front of a splintered taxi flapped a frayed and muddied flag. A tattered remnant of the invisible lines which had caused so much death. Now it fluttered madly in the bow-wave of burning wind. All men were equal now. No more countries or armies. Simply the collective damnation to which we had doomed ourselves.