"It looks like it leads to a green area" Alex admitted.
"Someone cleared it, it's clear" Vanessa explained.
Alex veered left and when more roads opened up, we just followed the clear one. There was always one without exception. That cheered me up a lot, maybe the city wasn't quite deserted. Maybe people had taken refuge on the other side and that was it. We would soon find out.
I couldn't help but pay attention to the walls of the buildings, most of them were full of different graffiti, photographs, and posters. Messages of hope to people and farewells to those who had left. And of course, there was also nonsense. Those strange scribbles made with spray paint. The most salvageable were a couple of paintings with a lion, but it started to appear so repeatedly that it lost its humor
