I lay upon the lake trying to make sense of my unusual surroundings. Everything was stained a blank cold grey like an old black and white tv show. The only noise I could hear were the whispers of the lakes waves, ushering me to explore the ruins of the city. I could feel the fog lowering itself and shushing the surface of the icy lake as if it was protecting me from the waves gossip.

On land the buildings laid depressed and afraid. The streets were freckled with bodies, some dead and some whose life is still flashing before there wide and dreary eyes. The sun was hiding behind clouds that every painful hour leaked drops of sadness, which were soaked into the cities core.