With horror draped on the man's shoulders like a fine cloak, he looked to the sky and shivered. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his hair stood on end as he considered the spectacle. Exhaustion caked the former leader's limbs and his eyes seemed to close of their own volition. Something was very terribly wrong, and he could no longer feel the lives of his comrades. No, the streets were empty and barren. Twisted propaganda littered the various billboards, all shouting the same absurd phrase. "Under new management!"
The man sat, and weeped, for he felt his life too slipping away...
