Monochrome. That's all there is. No color, no individuality. Just black and white. Until I noticed it. His eyes... They're... Different. They aren't gray. They aren't bland and lifeless like everything else. They're colored. Bright blue, shining beneath his glasses. But... Color only appears when you've seen your so...
(Rewritten) I looked over the destroyed city. It was just like any fictional book or film. I keep telling myself that this isnt possible. That I am in a horrible nightmare. But I looked passed that. Trapped in a horrible reality. My name is Craig Thompson. But no one ever calls me that. This is my story. My story abo...