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The World As We Know It
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For Tayui!
It had been a while since Kieran had seen any sort of old human dwelling place. The Concrete Jungle presented a grand example of what human life had been before the virus struck, and even with the city being deserted and falling apart here and there, he could imagine quite well what it must have looked like at the height of their time. There were the roads slithering around through the city, connecting one part of town to another and the tall buildings that watched over everything. While it was all rather fascinating in its human-like ways, the dark wolf still preferred the great outdoors with its forests and the dirt right beneath his paws. But that didn't keep him from doing a little exploring, oh no.
He had been lingering by the bank of the Yawrah River when he first noticed the city in the horizon. Both curious and feeling up to the task of examining the old city, he let the river lead him to the land of concrete. The interesting sights of old, toppled business buildings and run down supermarkets captured his attention quickly, and he knew instantly that he would be exploring the area for some time. He departed the company of the river and took to the streets. After about an hour of mindless wandering and gawking at the strange structures of the city, Kieran turned the corner of one street and stood facing an old high school building. His gold eyes peered at the building curiously. He took notice of the word 'school' written on a sign in front of the structure in bold, though somewhat faded, green letters. It was one of the few words he still remembered learning some time ago. Interested in what may be lying around there, he stepped around a fallen streetlight and crossed the street.
After examining the outside of the large brick building closely, he found an interesting little trinket. It was a small switchblade knife, the edge slightly chipped and almost dulled beyond practical use. A loose brick hanging slightly out of the wall gave up the hiding place of the blade, probably hidden there by some delinquent student years ago. Kieran kept the knife, hoping that with some work he could make the blade look like new, and perhaps use it for carving. The little discovery made him wonder what other little treasures may be found around the area. He twirled the dulled blade absent mindedly in his hand as he came back around to the front of the building, stopping to study the faded painting of the eagle mascot on the high school's wall.
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