Dark and Strange

 Tom got his wish in one regard—the place was cold. Beyond that, he couldn't find one positive thing about it. They stood on a cracked stone road, with small pools of stagnant water filling the gaps. The smoggy air reeked of things burning—oil, rubber, and tar. Metal structures lined the long street on both sides, towering over them, black and dirty. Tom first thought they were buildings of some kind, but that notion quickly evaporated. They were more like sculptures, the dark and twisted vision of some maniacal artist.

"Man," Max whispered, "it's like Gotham City."