There's something eerie about walking through an empty New York, a place that's supposed to be the opposite of a cowboy ghost town. At least there aren't any tumbleweeds. But it always leaves Peter feeling hallowed out in all the wrong ways, lost with nothing left to find. He doesn't even bother looking into the windows of empty buildings; he's ( Read more... )

It's not raining, nothing's going up in flames or coming crashing down in an apocalyptic fashion, and as far as Peter's concerned this is already a good dream. He's aware he has low expectations, but it doesn't matter because this dream is his own and when so few things are good, he'll take what he can get ( Read more... )

Hadn't he stepped to this tune already? He's off-meter and the beat is running thin. Not that he had ever been much for music. Adam could appreciate a tune, and even decently carry one, but he'd never been one to see things through. He had foolishly thought things could be different with Peter. Things were always different with Peter ( Read more... )

[The city below is eerily silent. Dead for the most part. Here and there bodies lay where they've fallen; man, woman and child. It makes no difference - they've been slaughtered - mercifully it was a quick kill each time. A figure in a dark cloak walks the rooftops in what could be called a slummish area, looking down indifferently. None of this ( Read more... )

[Adam's on the most breathtaking beach you've ever seen. White sand, cool breeze, crystal clear ocean. He gives a contented sigh and all but drowns in his mojito. It's about high time he had a chance to relax. He would be more than fine with spending the next 400 right here, kicking back under a coconut tree. But there's something missing ( Read more... )

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