The echoes of a once-thriving nation lingered in the crumbling streets, where the wind carried the scent of decay and despair. America had fallen, not from an external foe, but from within—corrupted to its core by the insatiable greed of its leaders and the apathy of its people.
Cities that once stood as monuments to human achievement now lay in ruin. Towering skyscrapers had become jagged skeletons of steel and glass, their grandeur reduced to hollowed-out husks. Roads were overrun with weeds, and silence reigned where bustling life had once thrived. The masses had perished—some from famine, others from disease, and many more from the chaos that erupted as society unraveled.
The survivors were scattered, living day to day on what scraps they could find in a landscape picked clean. They scavenged through the wreckage, desperately clinging to life, their faces hollow and their eyes devoid of hope. The food that remained had long since run out, and starvation loomed like a shadow over every broken home and abandoned vehicle.
The nights were the worst, filled with the cries of the desperate and the howls of feral beasts reclaiming the land. Civilization had crumbled so thoroughly that even the faintest glimmers of humanity seemed extinguished. No one spoke of the future; there was none to speak of. Life was a fight for survival, with no reward but the next breath.
The horizon, once a place where dreams were cast, now seemed to stretch endlessly, barren and bleak. It whispered a cruel truth to those who dared to look: the best days were behind them, and what lay ahead was nothing but a slow march into oblivion.
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