Write about something that is: blinding.
Exhausted. Going to sleep now. Good night.
This is not how I imagined it would be. I expected an unending, all-consuming darkness in every direction. I thought it would be cold. Lonely and terrifying and sad. An echoing emptiness.
But this. This is not any of that. This is a searing brightness. Pure white surrounds me. As though I were lost in furious blizzard in the middle of a vast wilderness.
Except I am not cold.
And this quiet is not natural. It is reverberating.
And I am not at all alone.
Though, to be fair, everyone around me is not on my side. At least I can still feel the heavy solidness of the guns in my hands. And I know there is no potential of friends or loved ones being hurt.
So, despite the aftereffects of the flash bang, I begin shooting.