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The boy raced through the post-apocalyptic landscape, the mud and papers flying up in his wake. His father was nowhere to be found, but he would not rest until he had tracked him down. He ran for several hours until he came upon an abandoned building, complete with a broken-down bakery that never opened anymore. He looked around and heard a voice coming from behind the counter. A man in a tattered dinner jacket told him that no one was around anymore; they were either dead or had moved on, traveling the wasteland alone. Said dinner jacket also revealed the location of his father: directly above them, inside a cloud hovering above the town. The boy stared at the cloud, realizing that nothing much remained now except cobwebs and discarded belongings left behind by people who could no longer take care of their things properly. The last time anyone else was seen in this town was over twenty years ago.