As I stand on the uneven paved street in this abandoned part of town, a mild breeze makes its way through my hair. I find my eyes cautiously at every detail in sight, in particular the few wooden houses that had not been destroyed. The definite smell of wood lingered in the bitter air, making me feel suffocated.
Making my way further into the street, my attention is grabbed by the trees. They were surrounded by nothing but fog. The trunks looked distorted. It looked like nothing like mother nature would ever create. The branches were bare. No leaves. No birds. I was petrified yet intrigued by this abnormal piece of nature.
My breathing was rapidly increasing the longer I stared at them. The silence was deafening. I wanted to run away.
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