Clash of Titans

The sun rose the next day, bathing the city in sunlight once again. Paul stood up to his feet, looking at the little boy still sleeping, he smiled. It was the first time he saw someone peacefully asleep since the apocalypse began.

“Everyone of you, up!" the group leader enters shouting at the top of his voice, kicking the little boy asleep on the floor. “Hey boy, up!”

“I don't think it's nice to kick someone like that" Paul growls.

“It's fine.” The little boy answered.

Paul shakes his head and turns away. “Get ready. The sooner we start moving, the better” The group leader says walking towards the exit of the house.

The rest of the survivors gather their belongings and follow the group leader out of the house.

“Are you okay?” Paul asked while looking at the young boy who was sweating repeatedly. He looked tired but he wasn't showing signs of fainting.

“I'm fine,” the little boy answers. “Just a little cold” he finishes with a cough.

“Okay, if you're sure,” Paul
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