Townslave had a moment to himself to really take everything in. He had just been through a whole war where so many had died and he was left as a survivor. Gathering all his thoughts he wondered off to see all the dead bodies in the streets. It was eye opening to see so much blood and bullets. As he walked down the streets he noticed people he once knew and cherished. Still pushing on to see all the death this war had brought. The people he noticed were from all cities, no one was left he thought to himself. Was this all just a terrible nightmare? Building signs broken, vehicles wrecked all over the place. Shattered glass was scattered across the town. He suddenly came to a stop trying to hold his feelings in, he took a deep breath and continued walking.

Townslave was shaking now as he saw a leader he respected over in an alleyway, there was no movement coming from the body. He pushed himself onward further down the street. Members from his own family on the ground as well. The city was a mere ghost town. Thinking while he walked on, was anyone still alive, I have to keep searching. He hadn't received any word from his friends and was hopeful that they were still alive. The whole town was unrecognizable by his eyes. Having not dealt with a war before he didn't know what to think of the situation he was in. The sun hadn't even risen yet leaving the atmosphere dark and gloomy. Fog filled the air blocking most of his vision and there was no sound of anything, no crickets or frogs, complete silence was the only voice heard.

Oh his way he found a bar and went inside to investigate if anything was in there. The doorway he entered through was off its hinges and halfway to the ground, it must have been knocked down. Stepping over all the wood on the ground that was in the way to the counter he looked around for something he could drown himself in. Townslave found a half bottle of vodka behind the counter hidden near the back. He picked it up and carried it. Making his way back out of the bar he kept going in the same direction he was headed. Along the way he opened the bottle and started his quest to finish the entirety of it. Almost getting to the bottom of the bottle he noticed a figure that resembled someone he met recently.

Townslave threw his bottle of vodka, what was left, over his back. He rushed to the body to confirm his fear. Turning the corpse over to get a good look he went into shock. Adrenaline started to pump quickly, rage was starting to build up. He slapped the face softly attempting to wake the victim. Several minutes this went on until he realized that the person was not going to wake up. Putting the body back on the ground and still knelt down. Tears immediately followed, he clinched his fists and raised his head to look at the sky. His whole body tightened as anger filled with sadness built up. He let out a loud scream.

"Whhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!?"

He heard running shoes after his scream had finished. Townslave pulled out his gun and pointed it in the direction it had came from. Looking back to the body he came to his feet and lowered his gun. Turning in the opposite direction he was facing he ran and did not turn back.