The young man continued down the old dilapidated path, concrete crumbling off even with his every step. Grass grew on the inner edges of the path, and on many occasions had nearly tripped up the youth.
Another feature of this exact walkway was the chunks of debris that littered it like a living being. Traversing the complicated mixture of Pavement, Flora and rusted pieces of metal, the horizon crested on a series of man-made monoliths rising into the sky.
Great rectangular spires grew from the quake-stricken asphalt in the distance, appearing simply as a feature of the earth, as a natural part of the world. This is John's world, and He is alone.
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Soiled
Science FictionThis is a Post-apocalyptic story set in a world that has long since been demolished by unknown causes. At least, unknown to anyone still alive that is. Join John on his fight for survival through these wastelands.
