An array of grey clouds hung in the sky, casting a slight haze over the otherwise warm day. But clouds could not completely cast away the radiant sun that regularly emerged from behind to dapple the land in golden rays, making the desolate land below a little more bearable. Cracked asphalt sprouting small weeds stretched for miles beneath alluring skies. Forming a maze, lined with leftovers of old civilizations and overgrowth. Fauna could still be found, but it was scarce, the epidemic had been harmful to animals as it had to humans, and creatures who lived to near found a tragic fate. Not a sound could be heard the overbearing silence was painful.
A solitary figure roamed along the once grand roads. The figure was a youth, dressed in coatings of tattered clothes and covered in a layer of dust. At his side hung a single bag, containing all of the worldly possessions that he possessed. Albeit young, this man seemed a great deal more world wary than the average one. Dark circles and small wrinkles adorned his face and lack of proper feeding gave way to a slightly weakened look. He walked with leisure, for there was no longer a need to hurry, moving hastily only seized further vigor that was not there to give. However, the steps were also firm as the destination would be reached eventually, so long as movement is to continue. The name of the wanderer was Uriel and he had been walking forsaken highways for an extensive amount of time now.
Uriel traveled with a single motive in mind, while he may have used primitive instinct to survive the field his drive was his desire to find another human. A human whose heart was still moving and whose blood still flowed, for what point would there be in living if redundancy occupied every day? Warm skin and comradeship filled the part of his heart that yearned. But now was not a time for thinking of the elusive beings he could not find, as it had been longer than he cared to remember since his last crumb, hunger became urgent when death lurked so closely around the corner.