Mad God

sitting in the wreckage of an abandoned house he looked up from the half page of writing in front of him. All was quiet outside his little hidey-hole.
He knew that time was was short, and longed to be back out there, fighting, helping, searching....
But before that he had to leave something for after, anything for the new world, to make sure nothing like thos ever happened again. Sighing he took one last look at the rising sun. looked around at the deathly shell of a once happy home, now fallen into ruin and disrepair.
The happy sounds of children laughing and playing, gone now. replaced by the quiet scratching of a pen.
The houses happy inhabitants replaced by one desperate man.
Sighing he turned back to his work