You construct a "I'm Alive!" sign

You spend all day on your sign. You are hungry and tired. There is a old cum staned matrress up here you can sleep on. It must have been dragged up here some time ago by young lovers with nowhere to go. You spend the night sleeping fitfully on the mat. You awake to the sound of fighter planes swooping over the city. The planes are releaseing incindary bombs all over the city. Loud ex plosives turns the night red and glowing. You want to be off the roof and far away from here. The planes are getting closer. You cower as one zooms overhead dropping a cluster of explodeing fire bombs. The roof is burning bright. The top two thirds of your body is also burning. You don't survive this long, you fall with blackend meat smokeing on your bones.

The End