Alright, I’m here, five minutes on the clock and away we go.
There were no more survivors left in the tunnel; not even at the last stop. He expected as much.
He climbed over people on his way out; most facing either outside or in, going to or away from a certain kind of death.
The city was on fire; everything from skyscrapers to small corner shops were ablaze or smoking. The fires would burn themselves out, but it would be far too late to salvage much of value – if anyone would be left to run salvage operations.
There were boats and ships on the water, many of those were smoking as well, but few were burning.
The docks were a block from the station. They were made of wood, like many of the ships were; he would need to hurry.
And that’s as good as I can do this week, unfortunately. Time elapsed is five minutes even. See you next week!