The Aftermath

The woman climbed a small mountain of refuse to survey her surroundings; the city's skyline was a dark, shattered reminder of an era gone by.
She fumbled with the hemp that held her tattered pants up.
what I wouldn't give for a leather belt!
There were others, but apart from the occasional rape attempt, they kept to themselves.
She was on her own.
She missed a lot of things, but mostly, she missed the noise; it let you know that there was a living world out there, rather than the smoking husk of one.
She wondered, who pushed the button?