The world was now set in anarchy. men & women engaged in survival of the fittest; an apocalypse had darkened the Earth.
Murph ran as fast as his legs could carrying him.
The bloody shoes hanging over dead phone wires marked this place The Archons Territory.
Cries from ahead! Shelley!
His eyes, wild with adrenaline, found an iron bar. Taking it, he ran towards his friend; they’d been separated in the fray in town. 3 Archons hung over her and he did not hesitate. With every ounce of strength that he could muster, Murph swung the bar into the head of the lead man; his skull, crushed with the first blow. Before the others could take action, he swung the bar again, felling a second, nose exploding. The third took the bar in the throat, dying instantly.
“Thank You,” from Shelley.
“Let’s get out of here!” he pulled her through darkening streets.
Acid rain fell in the dim sunlight;a dull rainbow hung in mockery over a broken cityscape.
“I could kill for hot cup of coffee,” Murph said taking to the concrete jungle.