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When they reach Freeport it’s in ruins. Buildings Ray has walked past his whole life demolished into unrecognizable debris of brick and shattered glass. An eerie silence falling over the entire town like a bad fog.
For a moment, Ray wonders if maybe he’s dreaming. If this whole goddamn thing is a nightmare. What other explanation is there? The world doesn’t just die in a couple days! Towns don’t get destroyed and abandoned in less than a week.
A warm hand lands on his shoulder. Pete. The only person Ray has managed to find since the explosions.
He clings back.