Debris was scattered everywhere. There are metal scraps of what seemed like vehicles in the past. Cracks also filled the walls of every building in sight. They could also see heaps of garbage. Strange enough, there was no sight of Apokalips within hundreds of meters.
"So this is the so-called capital of the 3rd Wall. It was really razed to the ground by Apokalips." Caleb's gaze stayed particularly on the metal scraps of vehicles. He could recognize them. They are cars... Why won't he recognize them when he died brutally inside in his first life?
As this thought passed through his mind. He couldn't help but shudder. Then he began to study the structures around him.
hundreds of dilapidated buildings, standing as silent witnesses to the passage of time. These structures, once bustling with life and purpose, have succumbed to the relentless march of years.
The buildings, with their weathered facades and crumbling exteriors, display a haunting beauty in their decay. Many of their roofs have caved in, revealing the skeletal remains of wooden beams. Broken windows, their glass long shattered, gape like hollow eyes into the past. Moss and creeping vines have claimed sections of the walls, adding a touch of green to the sea of grays and browns.
Walking through this forsaken landscape, you'll find remnants of lives once lived. Broken furniture, its varnish worn away by time, litters the interiors. Tattered curtains sway gently in the breeze that finds its way through the shattered windows. Faded wallpaper peels from the walls, exposing the faded memories of a bygone era.
The silence is palpable, save for the occasional creak of a loose floorboard underfoot or the rustling of a scavenging animal. Nature and decay have intertwined to create a melancholic shitty atmosphere that made the team seven quiet, where the passage of time is on full display. These dilapidated buildings, while crumbling, stand as proof of the domineering invasion of the Apokalips. Still, it shows the enduring spirit of the places and people they once sheltered, and they evoke a sense of both nostalgia and solemnity.
"Well, there seems to be no living being here." On the side of what seems to be a clinic, Kazuto wiped the glass of a broken window with his white cloth. The cloth literally became dark as he did so. "Damn..."
Caleb and Shu stood side by side as they began to observe everything. Shu didn't believe that there was no living being in such a vast city.
"Well, how about we part ways? Rozho and I will go in the other direction?" Shu couldn't help but propose. They will go anywhere if they scour the city in a group. That would be too slow.
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Upon closer inspection, you notice that some sections of the wooden siding have eroded, leaving gaps that provide a glimpse of the interior. The building's windows, although still intact, are veiled in a thick layer of grime, making it nearly impossible to discern anything within.
Approaching the entrance, Caleb can't shake the feeling of foreboding that the building exudes. Its dilapidated state and aged appearance hint at secrets locked away within its weathered walls. It appears as though it has been abandoned for many years.
"Let me guess... We will enter that creep shit, aren't we?"
Kidd sighed.
Shu nodded and pointed at the broken window with a dark expression. "It seems we're not alone."
Caleb and the others looked at the window, pointed at Shu, and saw a silhouette of a humanoid. However, they couldn't see its appearance at all, since the bastard was covered in darkness.
"My god! Is there another survivor here!?" Kazuto was stunned.
Who would have known that they would encounter humans?
"You there. Can you show yourself? We are from the city. Don't worry, we welcome survivors outside." Shu immediately attempted to communicate.
However, the silhouette took a step back and disappeared.
"Well, it seems our guy there is shy, or maybe you scared him. Hahaha! Let's go, that poor fellow must be afraid." Kazuto smiled.