Kain stared at the familiar statue for what felt like an eternity. He wasn't a native to the city, but due to its fame he'd visited on more than one occasion.
"…New York?"
He turned in place, spinning slowly, as if the world might realign itself if he just stared long enough.
This wasn't the Earth he'd known. Not the home he remembered. The Earth he'd often dreamed of returning to someday if he got strong enough.
This was a carcass.
Fresh air seemed to be a luxury on this earth, and it wasn't due to the pollution of a big city. Rather, every gust of wind kicked up a massive cloud of dust and debris that would instantly clog up his lungs if he didn't hold his breath until the mini dust storm passed.