Sick Bastards

by Matt Shaw

I had been walking for so long, in such blissful and beautiful settings, that I had gotten used to the idea of being alone and my mind stopped from even thinking about running into anyone (or anything).

Apparently, there's been a nuclear explosion and everyone is missing or turned into the 'infected' and there's nothing left. And yet?

the medium built man seemed happy to see me.

Compound modifier, my man!