Inhaling, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling, that pure rhythm of survival was echoing throughout the marble hall of the abandoned subway. The sky was collared crimson as he left the underground and returned to the surface. Surrounded by concrete, steel and rubble, the head of the scavenger turned upwards, gassing at the red above. A cloud of dust rushed past, forcing him to wipe the large glass section of the mask that enabled breathing in the hostile environment he was currently residing in. After cleaning the visor the masked man looked up one last time at the dusk sky before continuing the journey thro the grey, mud stained wasteland. The lonely sound of boots crushing glass, stepping on plastic and metal shrapnel filled the empty square. It was except for the occasional gust of wind, the only sound that could be heard.
The little display case he kept in the inner pocket of his coat showed a total of 2% oxygen in the nearby vicinity, a dreaded sight since the oxygen tank was already half