The hill was steeper than we thought, as we both kind of stumbled down. As we got closer and closer to the bottom, the trees of the Retreat shallowed, stopping about three-Fourths of the way down. By the time we got to the bottom of the hill, night had fallen.
But it wasn't dark. Around us, buildings were on fire, and pretty much rubble. I think the only thing keeping the fire off of the streets were all of the broken water veins, that seemed to be running through the city, splashing water everywhere. We walked, and the look on Molly's face was still shocked. If I didn't find anybody soon, she was going to flip. You could just feel her tension.
We walked through the city. Everywhere, bodies were burning, buildings were crumbling before our eyes, and the wails of broken hovercars screamed everywhere. My idea that there were survivors was getting more and more ridiculous by the moment. Plus, you could tell that this had all happened recently, so everyone was probably evacuated.
Finally, we went towards the only thing that seemed to be standing. That was a giant apartment building that was built away from all of the streets. "Molly, I think we found something." I told her, as I carried get, her arm laced around my shoulder. "We should check out that building over there." The only thing that looked unsafe about that building was the small fire that was blackening the bricks on the side. Other than that, pretty safe, considering we had been sleeping in a forest for however long.
We got to the door, and a closer look showed a victorian style door. I opened it, and suprisingly, it was unlocked. We then just decided to walk in. "Molly, I think we might be safe."
We walked in and right as we got in, "BARK, BARK!" A dog came flying out of a door right to the left, a giant rottweiler, and tackled me and Molly. It then got onto my chest and growled in my face. I looked at it, its eyes bloodshot, as it bared its teeth, prepared to bite. Then, its head snapped back and...
"Tiberus, BACK UP!" The thing got off my chest, and, as it limped off, whimpered. I looked at Molly, who was in shock from the dog attack, and we both looked up. "Bad Dog, GO!". Out from the door across the hall from where the dog had come out was a bone-thin, tall woman. She was wearing some rags and she had long, spindly fingers. She pointed at us. "Who ah you kids, stirrin' Tiberus like dat', yall should be shamed." We looked at her, and... I laughed. "I don't know what yall sittn' there for, dinners on the table."
I got up, grabbed Molly's arm, pulled her up, and we walked with the scrawny old woman.
