The dead sector.

A large quadrant of city scape wearing that name as literally as it was tragically. Thousands of miles of buildings and sky scrapers frozen in time, lifeless, crumbling.

The road beneath my feet was hardly even recognizable from the dense grass and foliage enveloping it. It was like burial ground of architecture, signs of an age long fading away. The earth was taking back what had been ripped from it and there was no hiding it.

This long hike was proving to be more of an ugly reminder that our time on Earth was over, something was to take our place. They might look back at these relics as we did dinosaurs.

Few people were left, scattered far across the many lands. Soon any communication was no further than what was in direct view range.

I couldn’t go back, not now. All I had to go off of was years old directions, it was any guess if my travels would lead me to safety or were snubbed out like the many thousands before them. Once the great cities fell, nobody inhabited them, it wielded to many dangers to them. So we all fled to the green sectors, areas of land much more rural. Many said that it should only serve as a brutal reminder from the horizon, and that it should be no closer than that. You could sit there and count as the skyline slowly thinned down, one crumbled building at a time.

I was promised a family would take me in, but it was a 6 day hike. Entering the dead sector, I could half it. At this point of my travel I wasn’t even sure if there were any living people within a months walk around me...