Whitford asked. Alec had been lost in his own mind and didn’t realize that the man was talking to him. By the time he did it was too late, Whitford took his silence to mean the rest of the world had rendered him speechless. “Damn, I was afraid of that.” Whitford, much like everyone Alec had known shortly after the world went dark, had aged considerably. His face was ragged and worry lines had been carved into nearly every inch of his face, with the only thing covering them up being a dirty scruffy beard. The town had changed as well, but not necessarily for the worse. Sure there were buildings and houses that had been boarded up but there was an order to everything else. Whitford and the rest of the people had shrunk the city into the town square. Here there were trading posts, fire pits and other forms of entertainment.
