I was panicking again. How was this possible? How did a whole city just cave into ruins?
I gasped feverishly, stumbling backwards.
After minutes of crouching and staring at a crack in a stone, I managed to calm myself down.
Running through my options, I decided to see what was in the backpack.
The biggest pocket opened easily and I found a journal, some pencils and a stack of food and water.
Thanking the heavens, I managed to open the cap and down a bottle. I wiped away the blood from my split lip and spat on the ground, throwing away the empty bottle. Checking through another pocket, I found another wallet filled with cash, a flashlight, batteries and a small radio.
Trying to hook up the transmission, I readjusted the antennas. Static was first heard. But then words managed to go threw.
"...repeat, stay home. Do not go outside. I repeat, stay ho-"the radio then cut off and echoing static continued.
I swallowed heavily. Not knowing what to do, I continued through the backpack until I neatly admired my new prize. A handheld gun with a smooth grip and a hilted knife to go with it. I grabbed a black sheath from the depths of the pack, strapped it on and put the knife and gun away.
What were my next options? I pondered heavily. Maybe I should go to the ruins? I nervously eyed the steep drop of the cliff. Not that way, then.
Then I spotted an obviously worn trail that led directly the...