I emerged onto a landscape destroyed: The husks of old, burnt out cars littered a broken highway, the distant skyline was populated only by the crumbling shells of what I assumed were once gleaming skyscrapers, and the air itself was the ruddy color of worn concrete. No birds chirped, no animals stirred; it was a world completely devoid of life.
“Jesus, I wound up in Baltimore.”
Zaphod: I can just slouch about, taking a look at the local scenery...
Gargravarr: Have you seen the local scenery?
A blast door grinds open, wind howls mournfully
Zaphod: Ah. Okay. Well, I'll just slouch about then...
— The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, "Fit the Eighth"