Silence. Well, not complete silence. Maxiel sat in my lap, his feline diaphragm emitting a noise not unlike the motor of a Harley waking up from a silent slumber. Light fell through the window, lighting up the dust motes swarming in the air, dancing and swirling. The air was filled with a musty smell of leather boots and log fires, something which gave the place a sentimental feel, as if it were alive itself, thinking of the times it had been full of people making their way through the islands of worn books, and boys whizzing around haphazardly on the now half-broken shelf ladder. Maxiel looked up at my face, flicking his ear a single time, before continuing grooming himself with his coarse tongue. "Maxiel! Groom later, time to move." He looked up at me, blinked once and leapt off my lap onto the timber floor. I grabbed a book I had been flipping through and mashed it into my stuffed backpack and walked towards the door, Maxiel trotting behind me. I nudged the door open and steeped outside, looking around. Cars crashed, buildings crumbling, rats scurrying across the sidewalks. One of the millions of ghost towns left behind from the self-proclaimed doomsday. "Lets go. There's a city not far from here." "Mrr." And even though I'd met others, sometimes it felt like it was just me and Maxiel, wandering the streets of deserted cities, exploring ruins of temples and churches, scavenging for food in old supermarkets. All alone. But together.
I'm sorry it's horrible ;-;
