Nature has taken over. Vines engulf the proud buildings of what was once a magnificent city. Trees and plants have taken over once busy roads. Streams flow through the debris of a fallen empire, and winds erode the concrete blocks of buildings once inhabited by humans. Many buildings stand isolated among their fallen brothers and sisters. This city was in quarantine. Only a few knew what happened here. Jones sat on the bench nestled in the undergrowth and scratched his bristly, overgrown beard. The eyes on his bruised face longed for the comfort of others and the brightness of the warm sun. The deep wrinkles on his forehead, caused by the permanent frown on his face, each tell their own story. Due to the lack of human companionship, Jones had forgotten what it means to feel loved or experience joy and happiness. He has almost no hair and the hair he does have is straight and unkempt. Just by looking at Jones' face, you can see that he is lost, trapped in the concrete jungle. The streets were once alive but are now still because of the action of the vaccine. The goal was to save lives, not take them. It was about protecting, not destroying. The vaccine was supposed to protect humans from all diseases. This town that Jones once inhabited was the first to receive him, and the last. Jones was a man of faith and believed he did not need the vaccine because he was protected from the disease by the hand of God. Now that he is alone, he spends his time at a radio station with the firm belief that someone will save him and set him free. Jones looked up at the sky, trying to find any sign of sunlight. But there was no sign. There were only clouds and a few solitary birds. He let a deep sigh escape his withered mouth...... middle of paper ......w through the paths of this overgrown maze and Jones felt the warm buzz of excitement welling up of the old catacomb which was his. body. Jones picked up his backpack and, with a burst of energy, headed to the top of the radio station. As he reached the top, he could clearly see the helicopter flying overhead. And with a single wave of his hand, he began to land. Jones smiled a small smile of pure joy before his wrinkles grew heavier on his usual face. Like a bird resting on its perch, the helicopter landed on top of the radio station. The helicopter door opened, opening a door to freedom. Jones walked slowly towards the door, trying to comprehend that he would finally be free. He climbed into the flying show and the door closed behind him. There was no going back now. It started to take off. This city belonged to nature now.