The shooting had stopped and the PDA signals had long faded,i kept still waiting in my cover without even thinking of turning my flashlight on.I slowly raised my head over the pile of junk i was hiding and took a ,just the uninviting terrain of the devices,rusted metals,destroyed car parts ,empty wooden boxes rotting away, stashed and gunned in previews dark shapes mocked me,confused me,i was too scared to guess the unknown horrors that could be hiding in their black embrace.I stared at them ,slowly heading in the direction the gunshots had been heard ,feeling the eyes of the night burning in the back of my head,slowly eating away my flesh and exposing my bones.I kept silent ,walking among the corpses of the civilization,walking in the dark among mechanical guts and iron step , two steps , three steps,i stopped and pulled out my PDA,i looked at the scratched screen using my hand to cover its body was right in front of me ,i examined him in the light of my PDA .He was a loner ,a young lad around his twenties, with short blond hair,a leather jacket and two red-black holes in his chest.i searched his pockets but he was already looted clean,there were cheap 9x18mm cartridges all around him the kind of rounds usually used by rookies . Figures, i found his PDA tossed aside like rubbish,it was white and new and full of pictures of the lad smiling and hugging an elderly couple.I looked at the lad again ,the zone has taken him like many others,spoiled his dreams and laughed at his face.I put the PDA in his chest,the screen saver( a picture of the old couple ) light up,a shinning grime in the night.I stared at the body one last time,then at the colossal piles of junk who stood there in silence and walked away.