[2 Days Ago]
The streets were dead and eerily silent with the wind dragging filth across the cracked, blood-stained streets like it was sweeping up the remains of a forgotten world. Tattered shirts still hung from poles, dancing weakly, like people who never made it back home. The bones of the old world could be seen everywhere like this was a zombie apocalypse movie—cars with shattered windows, buildings half-burnt and barely standing, and in the corners, swollen corpses slumped like garbage. Flies owned this place now. The air reeked with rot and rust all mixed into a smell that hit the back of your throat and clung like guilt. But amid the silence, the low rumble of engines broke the gloom. Trucks rolled through the ruined avenue, their wheels crushing bones and plastic alike.
