Scavengers
Russ Crossley
Tey Wilks stole a peek over the jagged rocks of the sun dried moss covered, partially collapsed, stonewall over looking the vast rows of shabby one hundred and sixty story buildings running away from the hill he was on as far as the horizon. The odors of rotting garbage, mold, and stale cooking smells wafted over him carried by the constant breeze, but didn’t penetrate his consciousness. He had grown up around the cesspools of this city of over a five hundred million residents so his senses were numb to such an odiferous atmosphere. In all his long life he had never once been outside city limits so the massive city was all he knew. He swept the strands of his shoulder length chestnut brown hair away from his face.
He then dropped back down behind the wall fearf
