Smoke fills the bar, the noise is a low humming signaling the beginning of a slow night. Its always slow. Only place people congregate is a bar anymore. The toxic wasteland of what was left had people clamoring to forget. Whiskey rings stick to the counter. Fading sunlight peers through the cracks of the walls. The draft suggests that the summer is almost over and the breeze is carrying the scent of fall.
"Humans. Humans stinking up the whole place. Those violent creatures ruined this earth" thought Sabin. As he watched a man spill into his seat as Sabin lifts the whiskey to his lips. He parts them and lets the warm drink slide between his lips, and slams down the empty glass. "So this is what human life is about." He whispers to himself
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