SparkyBluefang

Chapter 1: A solitary figure slowly trudged down one of the few lamp-lit thoroughfares of the dead industrial sector. Glo-lamps illuminated small patches of the dingy concrete ground every 15 meters or so, if they even worked at all. It was hard to tell that anyone was even there. Wrapped in a black trench coat with hands shoved deep into its pockets, the figure almost dissolved into the black. The only give-away was the constant rustle and crunch of building debris underfoot. The shadow trudged onwards in to the heart of the crumbling cityscape, leavening the well lit security of the residential suburbs to lag behind in the distance. Not m