Prompt for September 1, 2015

Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:

Garret Robertson stood in the centre of town and looked around at the desolation and destruction that surrounded him. Just like the last town and, most likely, just like the next town, the buildings were twisted, misshapen remnants of their former selves. Not so much damaged from violence, but almost melted together. Even the wooden structures looked like they had, for not much more than a few seconds, been made of soft clay and had melted together. But there were no people. Normal people couldn’t survive the Transition storms, but no one had ever called Garret normal.

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