The suffocating smoke fills the air around New York City, leaving everyone to start coughing, screaming or clutching their hand over their mouth to keep themselves from inhaling the air.

You stumble into a nearby alleyway, the thick smoke not helping to guide you somewhere safe. The only things you can make out are the loud screams and the occasional running people getting knocked to the ground.

Leaning back against the brick wall, you fall to the ground, the smoke getting close to you, but aswell as the shock of the situation.

Eric emerges from the water of the flooded subway with a gasp, his suit soaked, almost keeping him weighed down. He treads the water carefully, looking around his surroundings, before he spots a furry little animal, purring and head butting the railing.

He scrambles out of the water, stumbling up the staircase before he picks himself up. He picks up the cat, clutching it to his chest as it stays oblivious to the dire situation.

A few minutes later, you see a figure coming towards the alley. You turn your head, greeted with Eric holding your cat, his body rigid and still in fear. He’s scared, so scared.

He doesn’t know what’s going on, he can only assume it’s the worst day ever. He just to NYC here for a visit.