Never Ours To Fight DRAFT

DRAFT 1 (Going to be reuploaded when edits are complete, under same name just without 'DRAFT') Everything was familiar, or well as familiar as it could be— the vines that weaved within cracks, the shattered windows and the stench of mold. The only thing that stood out were the obscenities sprayed in graffiti, and the buildings haunted history. That should've been their sign to leave and never return. It was just meant to be a routine scavenge. They weren't meant to find classified files with proof of invisibility all linked to a virus that had swept society into a hell-scape. It wasn't meant to weigh so heavy in their minds. And, they really shouldn't have left with it either. [Currently doing a mass edit and building up a backlog. There will be MAJOR changes to Arlo's character]