It was a monstrous-frightening sight. The nuclear apocalypse was scarily reminding the few last survivors of the dear price of human ferocity. Aggression had only left an enormous concrete jungle. Stone by stone clustered in an endless sea of stones. No sign of any flora. The fauna was a distant memory of the past.

Rust, the new plague, was ingesting bloodily everything: clothes, bones, skin, rocks, soil. It had drained the last few drops of water. Dead silence. Silent steps.