Nox walked, and man, the city was dead. Not just quiet, but that heavy, ringing-in-your-ears kind of dead, like the whole world was holding its breath. The map the system gave him for Princess What's-Her-Name was a little blue dot blinking in his vision, a handy-dandy GPS leading him through streets piled high with trashed cars and rubble.
He kept his head on a swivel, but honestly, this part of town felt like it had already been picked clean by whatever monsters had rolled through.
His hand drifted down to his waist, fingers brushing against the cool metal of the gun still tucked in his belt.
'Seriously, what the hell was I even thinking?' The thought just popped into his head, totally out of nowhere. 'I had a gun. The entire time.'
