The wind moved through the empty city like it had nothing better to do. It blew paper, nylon bags, broken flyers, and small trash across the streets. Everything drifted slowly, like the whole place was tired. The city used to be loud. Traffic. People shouting. Cars honking. Music from bars. All gone now. Silence sat on everything like a blanket that no one asked for.
After everything that happened, the city simply gave up. It could not take it anymore. One evacuation notice, then another, and then the panic hit. People ran. People fought. People paid whatever they had just to leave. And now the streets were dead. The only ones left were the ones who had nowhere to go. Homeless men sleeping beside cold sidewalks, thugs that had no money and no plan, disabled people who could not afford the evacuation cost. They stayed because they did not have a choice.
