Dead City
The rain beat down like a thousand tiny drums, running in rivulets down the dark road. Tall, half destroyed buildings loomed overhead, shattered glass windows showing nothing. The streetlights were all off, save for one which flickered feebly, casting an eerie yellow light. The road itself was cracked and worn, its tough asphalt almost destroyed by the powers of time. Gutted cars dotted the sidewalk, some of them having crashed into buildings. The sky was grey, and full of thick black clouds. A jet of lightening shot down and hit the top of one of the buildings, illuminating the area. The sudden burst of light revealed a lone figure walking leisurely down the road. He was dressed in a western style duster, with a faded blue bandana on his head. His face was young, but gaunt, and his green eyes betrayed his true maturity. A bit of black hair was visible, just poking out from the bandana. His skin was pale, and covered in scars. His duster was a dark green color, and looked to be made of leather. Underneath he was wearing some sort of black body armor, possibly Kevlar. He was also armed to the teeth, with an automatic rifle on his back and a shotgun slung across his front. His belt had two separate holsters on it, one with a large silver revolver, and the other with a grey silenced pistol. The belt also had shotgun shells, rifle clips and pistol magazines on it. The man walked alone, silently, through the destroyed street. As he was walking, there was a noise behind him, a fleshy scuffling noise. A figure stumbled out of the darkness. The figure was a ghoulish creature, what was once a human. Its skin had been melted away by radiation, which had also ruined its mind. It was now akin to the zombie of the old worlds classic horror films. Quickly the man brought up his revolver and blew the creature away, the gun making a resounding crack. Then, the screaming began, hundreds of rotted throats yelling incoherently. The dead city had been awoken.