This can't be real.

Nothing real could muster such angry precision.

Please tell me this is another dream.


We're leaving soon. And we wanted to see our beloved New Orleans one last time. It's not quite the same, though. It's a very strange goodbye.

I never thought it would disappear before I did.

The apocalypse? Already?

Turns everything to rubble.

Did you make it out?

back  home

The wastelands are spreading. We're caught in the wake. We drive right over it.