[ WP ] Two children need to enter the last known civilization on earth . Their kind is not allowed into the city , and it is heavily guarded .

Across the barren plain, the spires reached up into the sky. From behind the great wall, the remainders stood in twisted metal and concrete. 
 
 The two miniscule figures on the sand and dirt approached slowly. Hopeful. Hungry. 
 
 The smaller one, covered in dirt, clothes torn and ripped. 
 
 How long had they been out there like that? Months. Perhaps years. 
 
 The slightly taller one, thinner, covered in dirt as well, and missing most of their shirt. What skin was exposed was bloody and chapped raw by the sun. Peeling. 
 
 They strode on towards the gate. They could smell the faint waft of something to eat beyond. As they walked, the invigorating smell grew stronger. Their shuffles quickened ever so slightly. 
 
 Always hungry. Just tired enough to perpetually slow their step, always on the verge of collapse but never tipping over that edge. 
 
 Along the wall, they could spot the faint outline of a figure, standing watch. They could not be certain if the figure would see them yet, two tiny shuffling figures on the barrens. They hoped. 
 
 The spires grew closer, becoming less an abstract shape in the sky and more a reminder. From years ago, things they had seen before everything had collapsed. 
 
 The taller one looked at the smaller one, briefly. Anger in his eyes at the outrageousness of the spires, the figures built after the fall. How dare man try again to conquer the skies with their machinations of hubris. 
 
 The smaller one paid no mind, reaching closer and closer towards the shadow of the city and its walls, stretching down along the plain before them. 
 
 Their mouths were watering as they neared the large iron gate. Never did they think they would be able to feel themselves salivating again, but as they drew closer, they could smell everything more clearly. 
 
 But how would they cross the gate? 
 
 They could not see the figure standing by at watch anymore. 
 
 A head popped up from behind a barricade, and gazed upon them. It shouted something, but the two small things could not hear. 
 
 The smaller one reached upwards momentarily at the sight of the guard. 
 
 The taller one could see the anger and hear the fear in the guard's voice. 
 
 Still they trudged forward toward the gate. 
 
 They yelled again. More of them now. 
 
 The two did not turn to look this time. 
 
 Something mechanical overhead began to move. They were opening the gate! The taller and smaller sped up at the sound, their hands outstretched, forever desperate, grasping. 
 
 And then from above: `` OPEN FIRE.'' 
 
 A hail of bullets spewed forth from the armaments strapped to the wall. They tore at the body of the two figures, ripping limbs from the body and turning skulls to mush. 
 
 As their remains fell to the earth, one arm stretched out still at the sky, at the spires above, the guards let out a sigh of relief. `` Fuckin zombies.''
