Monologue About Running

I have been running running where, I do not know. What am I running, from is this a dream. It's very Thick, I’m running along a barbed wire fence overtaken by weeds. There's gun shells left behind from soldiers and half a rusted barrel. Leafs falling from trees like paratroopers, tanks left behind that look like they have been attacked by mother nature. A withered tree life less. There's a pond of blood dripping like morning dew, Bodies covering the ground. I see a house in the distance, It's being burnt down by korean soldiers. They're everywhere, it's like they have a endless supplies of Ak-47 and side arms. They all carry gas mask for what, what's gonna happen. Theres holes everywhere like its the surface of the moon. Airplanes flying
over like birds. We’ve been attacked by are worst nightmare, but nightmares end right? I hear gunshots that sound like tree branches snapping, grenades going off like wildfire. We were attacked on october 16 2017, the start of world war three. People say it will end before winter, I don't think it will. Nukes went off all over, there's safe zones… Does this look like a safe zone to you! There’s red cross tents scattered around, medical supplies in piles being burned. Black smoke covers the sky like evil clouds, American flags being take down like they never existed, North korean flags soaring in the air on American soil like it's been there since 1776.