Sorry for double post, didn't want to edit the old post.
Chapter 2: "Toys"
Vladimik was sleep walking to his destination. His feet patted against the broken ground. Everything in the general area seemed
dead, even the ground. Even the walls. Even the stucco that masked the nuclear protection facilities. Maybe it was the fact that the wallpaper all around was peeling like a sunburn, and the cement was broken in horrific, web-like cracks. His eyes shot invisible targets across the land, Vladimik so focused and determined nothing could've distracted him. Nothing, except the one thing that did.
Vladimik continue along his path, keeping his eyes peeled. While it was dangerous to walk in the dark before sunrise, it was even more dangerous to not be at his destination before nightfall. It was at this time that Vladimik formed a mental picture of himself in his head. Vlad was of medium height and had a toned, but not overly muscular body. Having no access to modern hygienic tools, he also had a thick beard. He managed to keep it close to his face though, so that his enemies could not grab it during a fight. Similarly, his dirty blond (figuratively and literally) hair was in a wavy mess, but short enough to evade the bloody, mutilated hands of the The Broken. He was wearing clothes that would cause a gag reflex in many modern people, with stain and stitches almost everywhere on his poor outfit. A dull, brown gray leather jacket and khakis. A backpack with similar colors, and a makeshift club made of stone and wood in a holster on his left side.
Vlad kept walking and walking, his trot becoming rhythmic and repetitive
as he continued his journey. Tap tap tap tap. One could dance to the noise. But another sound soon entered sharply. The most beautiful tune Vlad had ever listened to. He stopped cold in his track, and his head turned sharply to an abandoned, dull warehouse. He listened to the sound, smooth yet sharp, melancholic yet exciting. His feet wanted and need to tap to the beat. He felt compelled to whistle and shout with joy, but didn't need everything within a square mile alerted to his presence. Still, the violin didn't attract anything. Strange.