Grover continued to be pulled by the Doomslayer across the hard ground. Grover would've complained, but he was too awestruck by what was once Sesame Street. All of the buildings and roads were weathered and destroyed, as if thousands of years went by without anyone to care for the ruins. Vines now covered most of the structures, or at least what remains of them. They passed by Hooper's Store, demolished almost beyond recognition. Grover suddenly had flashbacks of a simpler time, when he could go to the store and have milkshakes with all his friends. It was all gone now. The laughter, the friends, and soon, the memory. he should've appreciated the beauty of life, but I suppose you can't blame him. Death was a concept not known to the inhabitants of Sesame Street. Of course, they knew about it, watching the T.V, hearing news about death, but it seemed so far, so imaginary, as if all the death was in some far away land, that could never reach their homes. Now look where they are, dead. 28Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF3vlFgFpxU
Out of the corner of Grover's eye, he spotted a car, with a long, grey arm hanging out of the window. Grover yelped "I think someones in trouble! we need to help them!" "No!" the Doomslayer yelled back. "We don't have time." He said in a more chill tone. Grover would never know who's arm it was. "What happened exactly?" Grover asked. The Domslayer stopped for a moment, and let go of Grover. He grabbed a large rock, and sat down on it. he started "It all began when the Predators arrived, and they killed people." "That's it?" yelled Grover. "Well, it's all you can know for now." replied the Doomslayer. 28Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKR11K2hR8A
