"He" watches from high. "He" awaits. The man in broken chains exits from the side of a decrepit gym- loaded to the brim with supplies... but "He" reflects with a sharp, insane laughter.
The man in chains continues to transverse through the empty streets; while "He" follows by leaping from one rooftop to the next- for what purpose? To what extend? To what end?
Now from the perspective of the man in chains--- he looks upward at the crimson red sky... a sun peaks from the dusty air and black clouds. What is this place- familiar yet not. Of all of the things coursing through the man's mind-- killing as one of them-- he knew that survival was paramount and to find shelter would be the next item on his list....
Scanning the area which he walked- he took notice of metal shinning far in the distance... it's twinkling shine-- so mesmerizing... but yet, so purposeful... it had to be signs of life as the shine became a pattern in the dusty, stinky and wretched air.
The man in chains lifted his bag of supplies and dragged himself- with the weight of the chains included-- into the direction of the shinning light... a light of hope?
After some time-- the man came within the area where the shinning light directed him too-- it was a prison... the ground was void of life... crackling dried Earth like he had seen before. Taking note of a large hole in the prison's massive stone walls-- he made his way into the building. What would he find? Find life in a wasteland of nightmares.
... and looking from afar. "He" lights a cigarette grinning from one end of his face to the other.
