Down the lonely road.

You trudge down the road for the next few hours silently, adjusting your body armor every now and again. The sun beats down through the orange-tinged sky heavily, but you know better than to fall for the shade of the trees. So you trudge forward, away from the suburbs and a little deeper towards the city.

The walk isn’t eventful, and you prefer it that way. Halfway through you duck behind a rusted-over pickup as a group of velociraptors chases a small herbivore across the street, screeching. Thankfully, the hunters are far too focused on the harder prey to notice your tired self.

Eventually the wind picks up and pollen from the supermassive flowers growing across the walls of buildings swirls around, itching your eyes. You snap on your goggles and wrap the scarf around your face as the wind and dust start to obscure your surroundings.

This wasn’t ideal. You avoid looking at the giant, caved in skyscrapers and are careful to avoid the deep city. To call it a jungle would be injustice. Down there, cavemen and dinosaurs fought for their lives. You curse thinking of all the supplies you miss as you keep to the edge of the city.

Screech.

You blink, pause, and keep walking. Probably a car door falling off or–

Screech. Bang. Bang. Then screaming.

God _fucking _damn it. A whole month without any issues, all over now. The possibilities flew through your head - bandits? Dino attack? Caveman ambush? Maybe regular survivors? You don’t even try to believe that last lie. You heard gunshots. Gunshots meant ****. **** meant ****.

You look down at your fucked up rifle. **** meant bodies, if you were lucky, which meant supplies. At the very least, it meant someone you could possibly trade something with. At worst, they were a problem you could avoid by not straying too close.

Sighing into your scarf, you look at the road ahead, which is free of the muffled gunshots and screaming to your left.