A war-struck city. Amungst the wreckage, the what used to be tall and towering towers were now destroying master pieces. glass scattered everywhere, nowhere to step. The impact of hundreds of bombs was devastating. The government, corrupt, too poor to fix their mistakes. The people, nowhere to go, slumming in the amist of the city, in the stumpy warehouses that were once useful, now deserted during the day. The ceilings on the verge of collapsing, the once proud walls ,slumped over.
The people, once strong and healthy, on the brink of extinction. No one will remember us, and no one cares either.
