William Gatenby

Deepest Depths of the Heart

The Traveller walked down the road, their destination in sight. The tavern, known to locals as the Locket, was sat on the corner of a crossroad in the middle of town. The sign swinging in the breeze showed a Locket in the shape of a Heart. The story goes that once upon a time – before the bombs fell – this place was popular. People of all shapes and sizes would come into the Locket for food, drinks, birthday parties and the like, but that was a long time ago. No one held birthday parties anymore. Too expensive. Too loud. Too easy to be found by the scavengers that roamed the New World in packs, stealing everything they found.