The town of dust

Dust ran through the abandoned town. The chimes rang and the dust screamed through the air. The town was small. It was full of modern homes and modern cars, which were covered in sand and the insides were filled with small patches of weeds. The streets were blanketed with sand and fallen over buildings. Here and there, there would be a bird that would fly by and peck at the sand, hoping for some food. Birds were common in this abandoned town. They would fly into shops through the broken windows and scavenge through broken cupboards and open boxes that were used to help travel food around to other towns. The birds would fly in flocks and take on any opponent that would wonder into the Town of Dust. It was silent for years now until one day a young man wondered in, looking for someone to talk to.

The young man stopped at the front sign of the town and pulled the red scarf from his mouth and raised his goggles, reading it over. Half of the sign was ripped off from the wind and had been blown away. The letters he could make out were "CAE-". A sigh left his lips as he raised his scarf and lowered his goggles once more.