#erazero

Début d’une petite bd sympathique 

Anyhow, after escaping the confines of the inner-city, I made my way to the outskirts. The absolute silence I was greeted by, broken only by the rasping cry of my Motorcycle's exhaust-pipes, was a welcoming I was both relieved and disheartened by. The absolute stillness gives me a sense of safety; a master of miles of expanse to hide in, to rest and gather my thoughts, of hope that there are safe places left - but, with that comes a dark realization. Even outside of the cities, there's no one left. With too much time to myself, I begin to wonder if I was the only one spared.

I passed an old airport on my way here - God, how I remember those places... But dared not pass beyond its fencing, nor did any of the old housing offer me a place to stay; it's far too reminiscent of a once-upon-a-time, and far too predictable. Almost when I thought I was back into the middle of nowhere, I came across an abandoned supermarket. Windows glow with an electric lamplight I've not seen outside of the motorcycle for a long time; this place still has power!

The office area of the market is barely touched, although time has left behind the scent of old paper and stale air; a taint that seems to haunt every inch of this place.

Even the CCTV circuit still works!