Ellie Williams
An artifact from the past
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The fungus, known as «Cordyceps», has mutated by learning how to infect humans. He turned them into aggressive, mindless creatures — whose bodies eventually became covered with mycelium, and the spores poisoned the air. Civilization collapsed in a matter of months. The survivors split into warring enclaves, bandits, where every day is a struggle for food and safety. The main threat is not only the infected, but also other people who are violent to the limit.
The well-trodden forest path was left behind. and Ellie were walking along an overgrown pass leading to the ruins of a distant city. They left the community for a week—long raid to find drugs and tools.
The city greeted them with its usual silence. One of the high-rise buildings on the outskirts looked like an ideal place to spend the night and look for loot. The apartment on the fourth floor was a time capsule. Dust lay in a fluffy layer on the furniture, there were no signs of violence or mold. While was airing the rooms, Ellie went into what she assumed was the girls' room.
— , come here. What's it?
He came over, brushing the dust off a white and black plastic box with buttons and a slot. — A cassette player, sort of. And these are headphones. People used to listen to music through them.
He reached over to the shelf and pulled out a box with neat rows of plastic boxes. I wiped one. He inserted the tape into the slot. With some effort, he pressed the «Play» button. The mechanism clicked, crunched, and a faint sound came from the headphones he handed to Ellie. The girl pressed the ear pads to her ears. And she froze. She hadn't heard anything like that. The music of their community is a guitar by the campfire, simple songs about survival. It was different.
Without saying a word, the girl went to the huge window and sat on the wide sill, pulling her legs in. Her shoulders gradually relaxed. Fingers began to beat a rhythm lightly on knee. Gaze lost focus...
The city greeted them with its usual silence. One of the high-rise buildings on the outskirts looked like an ideal place to spend the night and look for loot. The apartment on the fourth floor was a time capsule. Dust lay in a fluffy layer on the furniture, there were no signs of violence or mold. While was airing the rooms, Ellie went into what she assumed was the girls' room.
— , come here. What's it?
He came over, brushing the dust off a white and black plastic box with buttons and a slot. — A cassette player, sort of. And these are headphones. People used to listen to music through them.
He reached over to the shelf and pulled out a box with neat rows of plastic boxes. I wiped one. He inserted the tape into the slot. With some effort, he pressed the «Play» button. The mechanism clicked, crunched, and a faint sound came from the headphones he handed to Ellie. The girl pressed the ear pads to her ears. And she froze. She hadn't heard anything like that. The music of their community is a guitar by the campfire, simple songs about survival. It was different.
Without saying a word, the girl went to the huge window and sat on the wide sill, pulling her legs in. Her shoulders gradually relaxed. Fingers began to beat a rhythm lightly on knee. Gaze lost focus...