Dark clouds shrouded the sky above Christchurch City, streets veiled in a hazy mist, with cars twisted like rope and other metal objects crushed under the water's pressure. A deep trench carved into three sections ran through the middle of the street, filled with numerous remnants of limbs and ending in a spiraling pit.
The middle-aged man who had narrowly escaped death sat on the ground gasping for air, his head splitting from the backlash of his pet's death. Not far from him in a puddle floated a torso, the eyes of the corpse wide open and features contorted, as if it had experienced tremendous fear before death.
Looking at the body, the middle-aged man endured his headache and propped himself up with his hands, wanting nothing more than to quickly flee this place. As long as he was alive, he could make a comeback.
