Gazing at the ruins of Corinth, a shadow of its former self, Evelyn Ford swung down from her horse, unable to quiet the turmoil in her heart.
The skyscrapers from her memory had been razed to the ground. As far as the eye could see, all that remained of Corinth were scorched, crumbling ruins.
A faint smell of soot lingered in the air. Weeds grew amidst the rubble. The entire city was a ghost town; though it was daytime, the atmosphere was as oppressive as night.
Evelyn tried to get her bearings and figure out the direction of her old home, but after twenty years, the memory of it had faded to a vague outline in her mind. It had rained in Corinth a few days ago, leaving pools of stagnant water in some of the craters. Evelyn took a deep breath and turned to the others.
"Let's go. Into the city."
