Within a once populated city lies a bar within a new village that took up residents in these ruins. Buildings spread to the sky that have slowly fallen apart with time that passed. Life was believed to have ended for the innocent but here they can thrive. In a corner with the bar sits two men they only moved to drink and eat. Dressed in robes that covered their face so you couldn't see their eyes, though you could feel their stares from them. Suddenly a man came in to the bar gun drawn and fires at a man at a card game going on. The sheriff sitting at the bar walked over and took the gun out of the man’s hand. Once he was taken to jail the sheriff sat back down and sighed.
A young kid sitting next to the sheriff looked at him, “things like that must be common for you.”
“Not as common as it used to be, son.” The sheriff replied while gulping down his beer.
“You must be a great sheriff to clean up the streets here, I act...” t