Suitable Bags of Flesh

Side Story: No Way Loneliness (part 1)

Decades have gone as the remnants of F-city continued to deteriorate at a speed nature has been set in, slow but precise. The inclusion of weather and the test of time. Many skyscrapers crumbled into half of what they used to be. Or end up becoming like skeletons, bare metal structures trying to reach for the skies.

These buildings now look like poles, layered over each other by disasters passing by. Parts of the city have now fully grown wildlife or are barren with dead plants and forgotten establishments at random all around. Easily could be described as bald patches on an already old mans thinning hair.

Areas of the outskirts have now succumbed to sand and nothing but the eroding ability of nature to suffice. If one would walk, leading inward makes for quite a “majestic” setting when structures now hold gardens of their own, either overgrown from their unkempt yards or planted unintentionally from seeds swept by the winds.

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