Half a month later.
East River.
As time passed, the flood gradually receded.
The cities along the banks of the Long River.
The flooded cities revealed a desolate and bleak picture.
As the flood waters receded, exposing the tattered cities, the human presence seemed to have vanished completely from these ruins.
The outer walls of buildings cracked, with marks of water and mud left on them.
Windows shattered, glass shards scattered on the ground, the once bustling streets converted into silent ruins. Electric poles leaned and fell, cables tangled in chaos, no current flowing, plunging the cities into darkness at night.
Silt and debris filled the streets, cars battered by the flood waters into broken and distorted shapes.
Empty streets showed no trace of pedestrians, no noise from vehicles, only the sound of the wind blowing through the derelict buildings.
A bleak scene mingled with an air of loneliness and helplessness, cities seemingly abandoned, lifeless.
