Literature
ACpocalypse!
Smoke still rises from a few of the buildings. Everything is coated with a blanket of ash: cars with dusty windshields; trees with white leaves. The road is silent as death.
He is almost unperceivable, stalking through the ghost town like a pale panther. His meager footsteps are the only noise that carries on the wind. His skin, the small amount that shows through his worn jacket, is a tanned, reddish hue, and his eyes scan his surroundings without reprieve.
Slung from his shoulders is an object of great value: a faded scarlet backpack. Every few steps, the contents of the bag clink together. The sound seems to worry the young man, and he i