The
Chair

The sun was pressing towards the western horizon behind them as they climbed the slight incline in the road. When they came over the rise, Damien stopped and turned back to him.

 “Holy shit,” he exclaimed, “it's real.”

 AJ looked past him, towards the collection of abandoned buildings. Even from this distance, he thought he could make out a red chair sitting on the rise behind several of the buildings.

 “It's real?” AJ asked.

 “I told you!”Damien continued, “I told you it was real.”