TheTwoBrokenCities (Ray x Gavin)

Ray

•In another world, they would be happy. They would have 2 children, live in a house with a white picket fence and garden. And they would be happy. But that's not this world. This world would change everything•

Ray awoke in darkness, for there were no lights. At least not in this city. Maybe in a few cities over they had a few flickering light bulbs leftover. Ray threw off the ratty quilt and stood up to stretch his legs. The only light was the sun, just peeking over the barren ground. There were no clocks, the time was told by only the sun and stars. Ray crept down the creaky steps, careful to step over the fifth step, the step that could no longer hold his weight and would snap. As he peered out the window, which was just a glassless hole, he saw a silhouette of somebody off in the distance. Ray paid no mind. Things were always up early, walking aimlessly, wondering how the world got like this. They called those things the wanderers. That's all they do. Wander. They weren't really human anymore. Ray wasn't one of those. He didn't think he classified as one. He went about his life, living and breathing and taking it day by day. It got easier as the days went on. But he walked, not wandered. He always came back. He grabbed the bread that had already gone stale and took a chunk out for breakfast, putting the rest away for lunch. He stepped through the rotting door and down the cracked stone steps. Around him was the same scenery he saw everyday. Broken down, crumbling houses, some burned to ash, unpaved rocky roads, most blocked off by fallen trees and boulders. The uprising had destroyed everything in the cities, and the cities around this. There was no government, no police force or school. It was all ash and rotting wooden houses, months from collapsing. There were no forests, no ponds or lakes. It was a flat landscape with dead grasses and stumps. There were few visible trees that still stood. Ray kicked a pebble aside, walking along the only visible path. It took him to the same spot everyday, it never changed. He sat on his stump, where he sat everyday and just sat. That's how it was everyday. Wake up, eat stale bread, walk, sit on stump and do nothing. There was nothing to do. No electricity, amusement parks or arcades. No playgrounds or trampolines. There was nothing. So Ray walked. He just walked to do something. It helped him stay sane in this world, to keep his peace of mind. As he walked he thought. Thought about life before the uprising. It was calm, peaceful. Ray would relax on his couch playing VideoGames with his sister, or be sipping lemonade on the porch. Those days were over, he couldn't ever get them back. Just like his sister. The uprising took her, and everyone he knew. It was only Ray and the wanderers. They never spoke to him, and they never were near each other. No one knew who they were or what they were and if the could even speak. They would be there one day gone the next, just walking aimlessly until they died. Ray walked with a purpose. To stay alive, to stay in as good as shape as possible, and to keep moving. Always keep moving. He couldn't do anything else now. He was alone. So Ray walked back down the path, back to his place of refuge. It wasn't his home. That was long gone. This was the very few shelters that survived. Ray had what was necessary. Food, water, and a shelter. He would live until he died, simple as that. So Ray lived his life day after day, doing the same thing. It kept him alive, that was all that mattered.