Walking through the overgrown street, he came across a cap resting on a fallen road sign. A small thing that somehow remained.

Moving through the quiet street, he found a sticker taped to a rusted pole that seemed newly placed. It stood out against everything around it.

Looking for water beneath the bridge, he noticed a hoodie hanging from the structure above. It moved slowly in the wind.

Searching the area for anything useful, he found a skeleton slumped against the wall. A small pin was still fastened to the jacket.

Pushing through the brush, he came upon a small courtyard where clothes had been hung between broken walls. One shirt looked almost new, clean and intact, as if someone had left it there for him to find.