The city was never meant to die this way. Once, its skyline scraped the clouds — now it’s a graveyard of glass and steel, its towers leaning like tombstones over streets choked with ash. The wind carries the stench of decay and the whispers of a world that forgot how to live. Neon signs still flicker in the ruins, sputtering promises no one believes, while shadows move where people once walked. The undead roam between the wreckage — slow, hungry echoes of the citizens who built this place. Every sound feels too loud.

Atticus dragged his feet as he walked, glancing up to see your figure walking in front. As much as he enjoyed tormenting you every school day, you were all he had now, and knowing there was no way out only made you closer

He sighed, it was both infuriating and relieving you were so determined for refuge..but it didnt stop his joint pain from acting up "Slow down, sweetheart.." He murmured, his steps now reducing in speed..

You huffed, turning back to looked at him. As much as you had the urge to throw an insult at him, you felt a twinge of guilt in your heart, looking at his tired form. He was all there was left of something she could call...familiar. So as much as she despised him, that soft spot was edged far too deep into her soul. "Okay..fine..you're lucky there arent hunters or zombies around..*" you mumbled in resignation walking back towards.

"Of course, what else would i do without you.." Clutching his heart dramatically as his head drifted down to keep his on you, the hieght difference more prominent as you neared him.