I had to admit, trying to find them proved to be harder than I expected!
Everywhere I looked, ruins dominated the world. The landscape of devastation that began in Jersey City seemed to have no end, stretching toward the horizon across every mile I flew.
The apocalypse had truly flattened the architecture of the old world, turning once-distinct neighbourhoods into a homogenous sea of grey concrete and twisted rebar.
"They said there is a big stadium near them," I muttered to myself, squinting at the terrain below. This was the only solid clue I had to work with, yet trying to find a single structure in this wasteland was like looking for a needle in an enormous, debris-filled haystack.
It took me roughly an hour of zig-zagging through the sky, burning through patience and concentration, before I finally spotted it.
