I slow down, and exhaustion overcomes me, pounds me in the gut. I lean forward for minutes, coughing up fear, sadness, and dry filth. Finally, I straighten and explore my surroundings. I can see for miles across the city. On the ground is chaos, as many people running around in fear and anger as when this started.
Smoke rises and chokes the horizon.
Somewhere, there is an ocean. Water, salty but great for getting this dirt and gore off of me. A wave of nostalgia hits me, and I remember the city as it was. I cry, my head hurts. My arms shake a little.