We were finally in the ruins of Old San-Francisco. Some of the buildings were collapsed, some were still standing tall. Some were covered in moss, growing trees and plants out of them. The whole city was turning into a desolate wasteland. I was surprised by this. I was never allowed to go this far, not even with my group because, "I was just a kid and would be in their way."
"You haven't been here yet?" Elias asked when he saw my look of wonder.
"No, my group treated me like a kid," I explained then sighed.
"Don't mind them, they were only trying to protect you and themselves." He told me, then patted my back.
"I'm twenty..."
"And I'm 45."
"Really? You don't look it." I lied. I just needed a friend. He looked like he was in his mid- 50's.
"Yep, but I know you're lying, you probably thought I was older, didn't you?" He smirked.
"Did not!" I lied.
"Well, who cares." We walked further and we came to a three way fork in the road. One went forward, the other two went right and left. "What time is it?" He asked.
"4:30 or 5:30."
"Good, we both can find food and shelter. Hopefully each of us will find one of those things." He pointed down one of the paths. "You take right, I take left. Hopefully we don't need to push forward. The deeper we go, the more likely hordes of those things will come." I shook my head, but maybe I wanted to take left. Who made him in charge? He went on his way as I went on mine.
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The Art of Death Vol I
Science FictionIn the year 2097, a virus outbreak occurred, killing and infecting billions of people. The governments of the world quickly fell to its knees to the infected. The infected, or commonly called, "Beasts", were once humans, but infected with the virus...
