"Shiro would've disapproved" The taller of the two stated lightly, motioning to the cigarette, yet the context behind the words was anything but.
Somewhere in the distance, a lonesome bird tweeted solemnly, unaccompanied.
"What a horrible thing to say" The other responded, matching the careless facade. He flicked his cigarette and watched the ashes as they joined the breeze on its journey.
The two were then brought to a standstill, neither making any effort to speak. The silence was thick, suffocatingly so, but that was just how it was.
Or alternatively, a dystopian AU which flicks between a painful present and a much happier past where the Garrison is a twisted military organisation (gotta have them in the apocalypse or it would'be one!) with new-old technology, city-wide DIY zip wires and a familiar group of faces leading themselves to an ominous end goal.
Note: The first chapter is a glimpse into the future and is drastically different from the situations there after