Laura Rizalde
John's sneakers skidded across the slick pavement, narrowly avoiding a pile of rubble and a human body sprawled out in the street. He leapt over the hood of a burned-out car, its metal twisted and melted from some fiery explosion.
The city was unrecognizable; buildings collapsed into piles of debris, and thick smoke rising from every corner. As he ran, John couldn't help but feel the city had become a proper post-apocalyptic wasteland, the once bustling city now godless.
John felt a strong, sudden force shoot through his body, sending him flying while using his Shockwave skill. He flew far above the crumbling buildings, his eyes focused on the sun behind dark storm clouds.