[indent]The metallic flip-click of a lighter cover.

The soft whirr of igniter gears.

The gentle huff of breath and release of smoke.

The same metallic click.

The wanderer stood on the edge of a roof, gazing out into the open, abandoned expanse of land. It was quiet. Peaceful. Tranquil.

In his wanderings he'd come across many worlds. Some hot and stuffy and humid. Others cold and dry. Sometimes a mixture of both. Sometimes neither. But today he'd been drawn to this one. This place in particular. Why? He didn't know. Perhaps it was the long, unending silence. The tranquility in the air. Or perhaps the strangely calming sight of an abandoned town. Who really did know why abandoned things were calming? He'd been through many other abandoned structures. Hospitals, cities, stadiums, all had been chilling or creepy at most. So why was this town... Relaxing in its silence?

The wolf-man hopped off the roof and landed on the pile of rubble below, stacked so high it basically formed a ramp to the ground. His footfalls echoed through the alleyways and torn streets as he walked aimlessly. Without direction.

Perhaps he'd stumble upon something today. Something or someone to amuse him before he set off on a wander again.
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