Chicago, Illinois
"Ugh. How long will it take that man to drag his bones here?"
"Valentine—"
"No, because it's no longer funny. I've got things to do if anyone cares."
Gabriel and Valentine sat in an outdoor coffee shop, the latter less invested in the black coffee before him. He kept glancing around the nearly empty street, searching for that familiar face and those annoying pair of glasses.
Half of the city was now nothing but a void. Like a 3D painting smudged with black at the centre and many other parts around it. The death toll was still unknown but already estimated to be at the tens of thousands.
Gone.
No struggle. No pain. Barely any panic or time to attempt an escape.
It was almost like they'd never existed to begin with.
This coffee shop was opening for the last time tonight before the owner fled the city as well.
