Two men alone in the apocalypse, Joel Miller and Steven Richards find each other. As their relationship grows stronger they must fight their way to safety in order to finally find peace with one another in their world of horrors.
"Holy shit!" He shouted, "Hey!" Steven's father scolded, Steven immediately apologized. "How'd you find this!" He insisted, running up to the massive wheel. His father had found an old carnival. Of which housed several abandoned rides. None of them really functioned, mechanically that is.
The boy ran up to the Ferris wheel, touching the cold and rusty metal with a curious hand. His dad didn't tell him but he had tested all the rides himself to see if they were safe. If they can support a thirty-five-year-old they can surely support an eleven-year-old. Right?
Steven excitedly climbed the wheel, completely ignoring all sorts of things that screamed bad idea. Loose bolts. Rusted chunks that had faded away made the wheel unstable. However he didn't care, he climbed it like a tree and took a happy seat in one of the moss-coated compartments.
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His father was shouting all sorts of warnings and grievances, but eventually gave up and scaled the wheel with his son. Joining him in the compartment, "Y'know your mom and I met at a carnival?" Steven's father said, looking out at the remnants of a joyful time. "No, how old were you?" Steven asked. "Young. Not too much older than you. I thought your mom was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen." "Was?" "Still is."
We arrive back on land to find Ellie holding a large toad. "Look at the size of this thing!" She laughs, holding the amphibian to her eye as she looks at its big eyes and bumpy back. The little guy managed to slip out of her grasp, where it promptly hopped into a stream of water. "Slippery little shit." She laughed.
We decide to make some ground towards a shelter for the night. There are a few buildings around here, coffee shops, convenience stores, and antique stores. Everything a normal town would need. "What about there?" Joel asks, pointing to a store called Smith's Antiques. "Sure. It's getting late." I say, wandering towards the shop.
Wood has been placed inside, someone must've barricaded themselves inside at one point. Usually, the wood would be a problem, but I have an axe for once. I motion for the two to back up as Joel and Ellie stand behind me.
I hurl the axe at the plywood, denting it. I swing again, breaking through to the other side. I swing once more, splitting the board in half. Then with my harshest throw, I knock the board off the window and it falls inside "C'mon." I say.
Smells old, and the place looks untouched. A thick layer of dust and cobwebs coat the entire store. It's like an attic of a store, full of hundreds of unrelated and bizarre dusty things. I wonder what this place looked like when it was up and running?
I walk in, running my hands across dusty shelves, admiring the strange items. They ranged from small stuffed bears, all the way to meat grinders. I wander around, as do Ellie and Joel. Admiring and looking.
