A Cabin in the Snow

A crumbling waste land stretches out as far as the eye can see. Small fires litter the land under the gathering darkness. The undeniable smell of blood fills the air around me, and I smile. Turning around to the torn flag behind me, I take my flint and steel from my pocket and strike it. Once. Twice. On the third time the wood beneath it catches fire. As the bonfire begins to burn, I look to the sky, lift my crossbow and shoot the firework. The glittering colors illuminate the ever darkening sky, a single thought crosses my mind. Is this what I really wanted?