I walked through the empty city, on my guard against any dangers, and hunting for any animals to eat. I heard a sound in an alley and reflexively pointed my gun at the sound. When I realized it was crying, I ran in, and saw a girl, not much older than me.
“Get away!” she said when she saw me.
“I’m sorry,” I responded, “why?”
My body felt numb. I dropped my gun and looked at my hands. They were dissolving into smoke.
“When I asked to be left alone,” she said, “I never meant this.”
Then, I was gone.
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