"No damn it!" John yelled as he reached out to no avail.
Slowly images came back to him, setting him in the middle of a city. The tall skyscrapers, long rusted and damaged, hung onto their steal beams, but just barely. Newspapers rolled along deserted, rubbeled streets. A few trashcans burned with fire in a corner.
John stared in disbelief. "Where am I...?"