Lenny's idea of an apocalypse was simple.
Of course, it was peppered with mainstream media.
Almost all movies and even books depicting the apocalypse are the same.
Human guts spread everywhere.
Mutated black-skinless dogs, eating the corpses of human beings at different corners.
Some other dogs fighting for a human femur or the like.
Smell of piss, shit, blood, and death in the air.
The people that managed to survive were dressed in a mixture of black and rags and had pointy spikes on their shoulder blades.
Their faces were painted white and black.
They protected a fifteen-foot black gate with rusted coil-barbed wire on cement walls on all sides.
Dried, torn-out flesh on the rusted barbwire, and a general attitude that said two words: FUCK OFF!
The Familiarity of the place, like he had just stepped into a movie, nearly brought a smile to his face.
However, he didn't; a stoic expression was best in these times.
