The sun's rays fell upon his shoulders as he trudged up the hillside. Every part of him ached, and his old injury wasn't doing too much better. Oh how he wished that painkillers were still a thing. He heaved a heavy sigh as he reached the crest of the hill, putting his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun.
The ruins of Boston laid out before him, cars gridlocked and piled on the highways, barricades blocking off streets and alleys, and old decrepit sky scrapers tilting dangerously on their foundations. A bead of sweat dropped into his eye, breaking any illusion of accomplishment or wonder.
Disappointment and then pure anger coursed through him, leading him to hurl a stray rock far into the abandoned city with a frustrated groan. Over one hundred miles of walking in the boiling heat for absolutely. He left the safety of his shelter and traveled alone for a weeks for jack shit. Of course. There was supposed to be something here; soldiers, human beings, a QZ. Something. But, no, of course not. This damned place was just as desolate as everywhere else.
He sighed again and shook his head, hoisting his backpack up on his shoulders and turning to go back the way he came. However, he didn't get very far before he stopped, hearing footsteps on the gravel. He whipped around, ready for whoever was there, but the stranger was more prepared than he was. He felt a blinding pain in his head and crumpled to the ground, not even having time to think 'this is it' before the world spun and faded to black.
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Quarantine Zone
Mystery / ThrillerIn a world that's come to nothing, any rumor no matter how far-fetched can spur hope in the survivors. However, is that hope just a dream or reality? Can the survivors trust each other or is every man for himself?
