Morning came and the glorious rays of the sun appeared on the mountainous east. It hasn't turned bright and the sky still had darkness looming all over the land, but the town has already turned alive and bustling.
Stalls were everywhere selling fast food as the new day came out. Private groups were going out hunting while labor groups were on the way to their respective jobs.
A child who hasn't reached teenagehood stood atop a wooden stool to elevate himself from the crowd of adults.
The child's name was Roby, a kid that grew up from the streets and has learned the way of the streets. Due to poor living conditions, he was forced to learn to struggle for daily survival even before the apocalypse. He had no distinctive features except for he was small and skinny.
