[ EU ] Write about the day after the annual Purge through the eyes of a random citizen of the United States of America ...

***June 16***: 
 
 The sun was just beginning its assent. The morning sky was hewn with streaks of orange and pink from the fires still burning. I needed no alarm to wake me; the sirens from various emergency services did that for me. I ripped down the covers and threw my legs over the side of the bed, resting my head in my hands. 
 
 *Why*, I thought. Every year was the same, even as a child: stay inside, lock your doors, keep your loved ones close and try to remain hidden. They say it's for the greater good, but I've know some great people who've died and nothing good came from it, just more dead and destruction. I got up and hit an array of buttons on the wall. The shield lifted from my house revealing the outside world. As the grated steel receded, I caught my first glimpse of the aftermath of this year's *PURGE*. My stomach dropped as the scene unfolded: 
 
 The house nextdoor was but a smoldering, strewn pile of smokey ash; Various pentagrams adorned the `` unprotected'' homes, smeared in -- what a novice of the *PURGE* would consider -- red paint; Multiple, severed limbs of neighborhood youth scattered the lawn out front, and mother's wept on their doorsteps as husbands picked through the mangled body parts of their kin. 
 
 I closed the blinds unable to gaze a second longer. I hung my head in disappointment and cursed those who participate in such a primal, disgusting event. 
 
 T-364 days and counting...
