Titanium pt. 2

• Stone heart, machine gun...fire away, fire away •

I slowly trudged down what remained of the familiar school hallway, examining small details of the wreckage that struck my attention. Dust and rubble still covered every inch of what had once been a high school. Doors unhinged and mangled. Metal lockers dented and crushed. Shredded remains of books and paper strewn across the floor. But worst of all were the torn posters, half clinging to the mangled wall and half fluttering in the breeze, advertising Kyle Reese as student body president. His handsome, smiling face printed boldly onto the paper was now distorted with dust and debris. I shivered as his ice blue eyes stared back at me. A most uncanny sensation gripped me that those eyes were still alive somewhere, watching.

"Kyle..." I whispered, my fingers traced the faded image of his face.
"Where are you?"