Beside him, Beth stood rigid, her face etched with a grief that mirrored his own. Her normally bright eyes were dull with exhaustion and despair, reflecting the charred landscape before them. The police precinct, a once-imposing symbol of order and authority, burned relentlessly, its skeletal frame a stark testament to the utter collapse of societal structures. Flames licked at the sky, painting the twilight in shades of orange and black, a macabre sunset for a dying city.
"Look at it," Beth whispered, her voice barely audible above the crackle of the flames and the distant groans of the dying. Her gaze drifted across the ravaged streets, taking in the devastation. "Everything... gone."
Billy nodded, his throat too tight to speak. He had seen death before, felt the cold hand of violence in the weeks since the initial outbreak. But this... this was different. This was the death of a city, the erasure of a lifetime of memories, the annihilation of everything he had ever known. The sheer scale of the destruction was overwhelming, a crushing weight on his soul. He could almost hear the echoes of sirens, the distant wail of emergency vehicles, a phantom orchestra playing a mournful symphony for the fallen.
They stood in silence for a long moment, the only sound the crackling inferno and the wind whistling through shattered buildings. Then, Billy pointed to a figure moving in the distance, a lone scavenger picking through the debris. He was small, barely visible amidst the towering structures, a tiny speck against the backdrop of devastation. But he represented something elsesurvival. A flicker of hope, however small, against the overwhelming darkness.
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