ch 1, the aftermath The once proud and bustling cities of earth are desolate and mainly deserted. The large iron and concrete buildings are still standing but mostly empty and decaying. A few survivors, the strongest and most resourceful, live in the very inner and lower portions where its warmer. The upper floors, where the windows are mostly gone, are used for gathering birds and keeping watch. The rooftops shelter and protect small container gardens, very carefully guarded and tended so that there is some food for the resident gang. The exposed skeletons of what used to be steel buildings are everywhere, stripped of the sheet steel that used to make up their roofs and sides. Sheet steel, several layers thick, slows and sometimes stops bullets. Most of this steel went into building fortifications, some for small shacks, that usually wound up holding only new casualties. Eventually to be torn down and reused somewhere else. The majority of the wooden buildings have been stripped down and burnt for heat or extra fortifications. Dead, useless vehicles, abandoned wherever they died when the fuel ran out, sit in random places, slowly rusting away. Packs of feral dogs and the surviving remnants of inner city gangs roam what's left, competing with coyotes and other wildlife, all constantly foraging for food and anything useable. here and there are compounds where a few survivalist minded groups have managed to hold their own. Their own hard-earned and learned, self-sufficiency letting them remain. Totally enclosed in barricades of wire, stone, brick or piled iron scraps. Protected by constantly vigilant marksmen, who's job is keeping the hordes on the outside. the occasional attacks used to be repelled with gunfire early on, now, that the ammo has run out, they use crossbows and compound bows, slings and slingshots, throwing rocks and the occasional homemade grenade, even spears are used. in other places we see the remains of compounds that didn't survive that one last assault, barricades torn down, inner buildings stripped or burned. No signs of life remaining other than nature reclaiming the space as her own. greenery has taken over large parts of the old concrete jungle, trees, grass and weeds have busted up much of the roads and sidewalks, once manicured lawns are now small jungles, deer, rabbits and other creatures of the wild roam the routes of yesterdays commuters. no longer is this mans world, nature has retaken it, man has returned to being just another small piece of the never ending cycle of natural life.