This took weeks to revise. I hope you like it! I rated it T because there is Nuclear holocaust and angst. I've always found rating things difficult.
Yami's POV.
World's End
A dry breeze blew across the barren landscape. A sickly orange pallor covered the whole sky. The sun's light was dyed the same shade.
Beneath the dismal sky, a city lay in ruin. Half-destroyed skyscrapers pierced the horizon. Some buildings lay in near perfect condition, while piles of rubble were all that remained of others.
From the pile he stood on he could see for miles. There was nothing green. Nothing alive. Even the air felt dead. He was the only living thing there.
This was a city of the dead.
How had he gotten here?
And how was he going to leave?
He clambered down from the pile of rubble and set out in search for answers. Staying on the outskirts of town wasn't doing him any good. Heading deeper into the city itself, he watched for any sign of movement.
All was still. The breeze did no more than halfheartedly blow the dust around.
The buildings grew closer together as he came near the city's center. Their looming, dilapidated forms seemed to stare at him in reproach for being alive. Dust saturated the air, as if it wished to choke him and rectify that problem.
His watch ticked away an hour of suffocating silence before he reached the fringes of the downtown area. Still no signs of life. Just empty cars and bits of metal scattered between the buildings.
He stopped outside a store. Part of its sign had come loose and fallen to the ground. As he picked it up, a sharp shock ran through his hands and he dropped it immediately. What was going on?
He came to a convenience store. This store was no different than many of the others, except for one thing. Its doors were open and the dust around it had been disturbed. Disturbed by footprints. Recent footprints that had yet to be erased by the wind. He raced through the store, searching every aisle, but found no one.
Feeling more depressed than before, he left the store and headed for another ominous pile of rubble.
Jagged pipes jutted out of the pile along with bits of sheet metal, but he climbed it anyway. He wanted-no needed- to get some air that wasn't constantly riddled with dust.
The pile was very large and offered a good view of the surrounding streets. But still, not a speck of green was to be seen. He began to wonder if he would wander this empty world until he died.
The rubble suddenly shifted beneath him, throwing him off the mound. As he fell to the ground, he saw the rusty pipes waiting to catch him.
Author's Notes: Hee. Evil cliffhanger! I'll try and update soon, but getting reviews are really good motivation. :)