FUS

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Nature took over. Vines engulf the proud buildings of what once was magnificent city. Trees and plants alike have burst through the previously bustling roads. Streams trickle through debris of a fallen empire and the winds erode the concrete blocks of buildings that used to be inhabited by humans. Many buildings stand alone amongst their fallen siblings. This city was under quarantine. Only a few knew of what happened here.

Jones took a seat on the bench nestled in the undergrowth and scratched his bristled and overgrown beard. The eyes on his beaten face were longing for the comfort of other people and the brightness from the warm sun. The deep wrinkles on his forehead, caused by the permanent frown on his face, each tell their own story. Because of the lack of human company Jones had forgotten what it is to feel loved or experience joy and happiness. He has barely any hair and the hair he has is wiry and unkempt. Just by looking into Jones’ face you can see he is lost, a prisoner to the concrete jungle.

The streets once were alive but now are motionless because of what the vaccine did. It was meant to save lives, not take them. It was meant to protect, not destroy. The vaccine was meant to protect humans from all diseases. This city Jones once called home was the first to receive it, and the last. Jones was a man of faith and believed he had no need for the vaccine as he was protected from disease by the hand of god. Now that he was alone he spends his time at a radio station with a strong belief someone will rescue him and set him free.

Jones looked up into the sky, trying to find any sign of sun. But there was no sign. There were just clouds and the occasional solitary bird. He let out a deep sigh from his withered mou...

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...w through the pathways of this overgrown labyrinth and Jones felt the warm buzzing of excitement burst out from the old catacomb which was his body. Jones picked up his rucksack and with a burst of energy he traversed to the top of the radio station. As he reached the top he could clearly see the helicopter hovering overhead. And with one gesture of his hand it began to land.

Jones gave a small smile of pure joy before his wrinkles weighted it down to his usual face. Like a bird landing on its perch the helicopter landed atop the radio station. The helicopter door slid open, opening a gateway to freedom. Jones slowly moved towards the door, trying to get his head around the fact he will finally be free. He clambered into the flying spectacle and the door slammed shut behind him. There was no turning back now. It began to take off. This city belonged to nature now.

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