Bob stood next to the edge of the cliff staring down into the valley. Below him he could see the lords feasting on some newly killed prey. He had watched them for so many years inside the arena. As the high priest took nonbelievers and cleansed them with the bleach right before the lords torn them into pieces. Then it was his job to clean up the mess.

He had got scared the night the solider was tossed into the pit of shame. He watched as the solider was cleansed with the holy water. He did nothing. Soon the lords were sent it to take him to the holy ground. Then the solider did something that Bob had never seen before. The Solider broke the bounds of hate and attempted to fight the lords. He had failed but fought none the less. Bob had never seen such bravery and so he ran from the temple and now here he sits on the edge. Not knowing what to do. Not knowing where to go.

Bob looked down toward the lords once more. They had finished there meal and many were wondering off. They had not seen him up on his high perch at the top of the world. He laid back against the pole next to him and looked around.

The area was littered with car parts and other remains of a time long gone. He saw an old green nova and thought of the time he had spent in his own nova long before the invasion by the lords. How he had taken Carrie Underfoot to the prom. But that was so many life times ago. Right now all he has is his clothes on his back, a mop in his had, and little sense of what he should do next.

Bob scanned the area once more and began to walk east toward the raising sun. He was searching for something better then what he had just like all of us. For the time had come for hero in Bob to emerge. He was scared, terrified really, of what he would find in this endless land of a destroyed past and uncertain future.