[h2]Zone 6[/h2]
[@Scribe of Thoth][@Animal]
Despite Shiki’s initial intent, Shun’s directives pulled the USB boy away from Goro’s searchlight and towards a different sector within the disaster zone, the two disappearing into the formless fog soon after. Without the guiding light, it was a bit harder to watch their steps as they navigated the claustrophobic and confusing alleyways in search for people in need of rescue, but it was easy traveling if one wasn’t afraid of the possibilities of monsters popping out from the corners.

Soon enough, the residential area, where Shun and Shiki must have simply been on the outskirts of, gave way to wider streets and more open space. Rows of one and two story buildings stood before them, the lifeless and displaced signs showing that they must once have been stores. Now though, they were only husks, the windows shattered and all but the heaviest or most valueless objects pillaged from the interior. A couple stores featured trucks smashed into them, the wailing of dummy targets sounding weakling within, while other dummies were toppled underneath a hazardous pile of cardboard boxes. In one direction, the remains of a music shop still blinked its neon signs sadly, even though its interior was bereft of everything except for faded, wind-torn posters. In another direction, the burnt ruins of a home appliance store stood, its steel frame out lasting plaster, as husks of electrical appliances stood in disarray.

But it was the sight in the center of the commercial district that caught the two boys’ eyes the most easily: a large, bright red mailbox, standing perpendicular upon a dummy’s back as it laid flat on the ground.

Now, wasn’t that a weird one.