The place was unsettlingly dormant like a Morpheus and Thanatos tag team had

left the town subdued upon their visit - it was nothing out of the ordinary having
lived for five brutal months with the company of some Venus de Milo looking folk
- immune from the insanity that came from solitude and silence, sheer despair
gradually became its replacement. It had become a daily battle for him to bed
fears of the growing monstrosities that Elena could have been put through during
his absence; even as he slept theyd invade his dreams warping the only piece of
sanity that he was able to cling on to and transforming them into nightmares.
Driven into insomnia, naps were the safest way of solving fatigue without being
encompassed within the dystopian world that overtook him when his eyelids
dropped without permission, and in the day travelling from town to town in
search of survivors that he could help, help reach the only place he trusted could
be safe, Albitoz. Momentarily his echoing self-pity was drowned out by a
vibrating tremor, until it became an increasing pattern; each step he took made
the ground quiver, then simultaneous cries were heard creating a quaking
orchestral sound. He followed the cries, entering an abandoned shop with crisps
laid out on the doors threshold in a linear formation, stepping on them made a
crackle sound.