The sky is choked with dust, only the occasional ground shaking crash and reddish light of the lighting and thunder that permeates the thick grey smog that prevents sight for more than a ten meters ahead. Low roaring of winds can be heard all across this land, only broken on occasion by the sound of stone falling onto stone, or even more rarely the vague cry of something mimicking the human voice. The landscape is dotted with ashen, blackish, crumbling brick buildings. Scattered across are the remains of the ashen silhouettes of people frozen in place as the catastrophe struck. It's enough to wonder if anyone could survive in this desolate place...