Tank looked up at the statue of a sliver car with the words ‘Rock Rogers’ scrawled across the side whilst his breathing echoed in the protection filter mask.
The earth’s ground air was too poison to breath and the humans that had survived through the V-Plague of the late twenty-first century now lived underground and the sky. Tank and his crew came from one of the sky communities and their mission today was only a close visualisation one.
‘They worshipped some strange Gods in the past,’ Tank muttered.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/03/18/20-march-2020/ with thanks).
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