A/N: Drabble.Written during/after my English midterm. Inspired by valkyrie-alex's "Through the Glass; Darkly"
Broken
He walks along the empty street and stands at the corner. The light doesn't change. There's a comic bag in his hand that blows in the breeze.
"Hey, bro." he greets. "I didn't think you'd come. I already hit Johnson's."
A shadow watches from the shadows and lets him go. Down Main street and then second and third, dodging the fires, broken stores and abandoned trucks. It's quiet and empty, stopping at a broken gas station sign.
"I got you the new Superman comic," Richie says, reaching into the bag.
The bag's empty and so is the space beside him.