Snippet #2101092

The skeletons of buildings still stand in Chicago. They're nothing but the crumbling ruins of what was once a thriving civilization. The concrete blocks that held them up have given way, and many have collapsed and are leaning on another's side.

Despite its ghostly beauty, rumor has it that it's home to only bandits and murderers.

Before I left, Grey told me to avoid it. That even if I thought I needed to go in for supplies, to just stay clear.

I planned on doing as he said. Grey was not one to stretch the truth about anything, and he never told anything but.

I crouched low on the hilltop a few miles outside of the city, admiring the silhouettes of the buildings for a moment.

I turned away from the city and began to move away, distancing myself from the filth that had overtaken the once bustling metropolis.

Once I was a safe distance away, I headed east, towards the coastline. If there were ever a way to make it home, it would be there.

Even with the sun overhead, the cool fall weather made for pleasant travelling conditions, even on foot. I knew it wouldn't hold for my whole journey.

I still had a very long way to go.