The landscape was desolate. A dirty swamp surrounded by an empty subdivision of cookie-cutter houses, so close together their future occupants would probably be able to hand a cup of sugar to a neighbor out of the window. Gone was the dense forest with the heavy, lush green canopy of trees where she’d loved to camp and hike with her family as a girl, inhaling the thick scent of pine and sweet grass. She missed the world of her youth.
Minutes later, she drove away at a furious speed, watching the whole abomination burn in her rear-view mirror.