Rating: 13+ for mild violence
Time of Writing: May 2014
Featured image by josso363
For any other person, the sights around this place would leave a person devastated, on their knees, unknowing what to do and where to start. For him, however, it was Monday, and just like every other Monday, he needed to find something to bring home.
He was walking down a street, or what was left of a street. The buildings were cracked, mostly crumbled and some were even only half of a building. He was aware they were probably going to fall someday, but most of those were away from his place, so he wasn’t too worried. But maybe the rubble would fall a little close? Oh, well. He was used to some rubble. That’s what brooms were for, typically, unless it was a large portion of a building. That would make for a bad day.
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