[hr][center][h3]D A M I E N[/h3][/center][hr]

Damien sat on a ledge atop the highest roof of the mall, his legs dangling carelessly over what would surely be a life ending fall. 
Although now, in this moment, nothing could be for sure. He stared out into the broken horizon, bent, sunken, surreal, beneath a frozen sun never moving. 
Long gone were the ideas of this merely being a prank, or that he had slept through some dramatic evacuation. He had given up trying to contact anyone. It was not a disease or an attack. He had come to the conclusion, no, realisation, he was dead. 

He looked over the edge down at the concrete car park far below. One sports car sat askew in now what seemed a concrete graveyard that should instead be bustling with life and activity. He sat still and silent, pondering for a time as endless as the suns movement. He didn’t know when or for how long but his eyes had been watery as he held back tears. One or two escaped and cascaded down his cheeks. They clung to his chin before loosing grip with his skin and plummeting down far below vanishing into the wild winds. 

There was an unexplainable pull tugging on his chest, it called to him. ‘This way’ it whispered seductively from right there out in front of him, in that small void beyond thin air, and yet somehow at the same time it was so strangely very far away. He leant forward as if trying to listen to it. Trying to feel it. Teetering on the edge of his ledge he closed his eyes, listening harder, trying to answer it. 
[indent]”[i]Ok.[/i]”[/indent] he whispered.

[indent]”[i]I’m coming.[/i]”[/indent]

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Damien put out the cigaret in his left hand and flicked it out into the wind, he dropped the binoculars from his right hand and they fell heavily back against his chest, hanging from the strap around his neck. They were weighty and worth a fortune, not that paid a cent for them, or any of his current gear. 
As he rocked back and flicked his legs over to solid ground his equipment chinked and clattered. On a brand new holstered belt dangled the malls security master keys along within an extendable baton and a taser gun. All nice donations from the security office. Despite his best efforts he still couldn’t get hold of a real gun but the crossbow on his side found in the army surplus was good enough. That along with a few knives tucked away and a campers backpack stocked with supplies meant he was ready to go and face what ever was out there.

A short moment later and he was loading up that lonely sports car. There was something he had seen from atop the roof, something worth checking out, a someone.