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Rory silently walked away from the battlefield, unsure of what to do next. He carried his weapons, ready for anything. He knew he would never see his family or his friends again. He knew that the world would never be the same as it once was. He knew he probably wouldn’t even live long enough to find any other survivors, but he knew that he had to try.

There was the faint sound of a gunshot in the distance. Now he knew he would never see Lee again.

As the sun rose, he just kept walking away. He knew he couldn’t walk forever, but it just made sense to keep going. He had to get as far away from this place as possible. He kept going. After a short while he made it to highway 35W. On the interstate, he found a motorcycle that still had some fuel.

Rory looked back at the city. The sun was beautiful and seemed to give a warm glow to the entire place. But there was no warmth there, only death. He stood the motorcycle up and started it.

Rory quietly lit a cigarette and took a long drag. He felt the smoke warm his lungs and breathed it out with a sigh of relief. He glanced back at the city once more, then turned and rode south into the crisp morning.