The blue-skinned giant with swollen muscles and too-long-arms trudged further down the abandoned street. His heavy foot made a slight shudder.
Empty cars, rusted and half-crushed, lined the road. Windows in the tall buildings on either side gaped, glass shattered, curtains fluttering faintly in the stale breeze.
He paused at an intersection.
His dull yellow eyes scanned left and right.
Not a sound came, not even the distant cry of a bird or the scurry of rats. The city felt so empty and it annoyed him.
His nostrils flared.
The stench of ash and metal filled his lungs but no scent of prey that he could play with.
The giant's lip curled, exposing jagged teeth.
His hand twitched as if itching to tear something apart just to break the boring monotony.
He leaned down and ripped a stop sign from the ground, concrete scattering as he raised it like a makeshift club across his shoulder.
In the distance, beyond the haze, faint vibrations whispered through the earth.
