06.05.Asphalt Men

The man walked down the asphalt street, his footsteps echoing in the empty city. The air was thick with the smell of exhaust fumes and garbage. He was alone, and he felt a knot of fear tighten in his stomach. He didn’t know where he was going, or what he was doing. He just knew that he had to keep moving.
He walked for what seemed like hours, his legs growing tired and heavy. He saw graffiti-covered walls and boarded-up storefronts. He knew that he would find his way out of this city.