"I sure wouldn't say no," he answers. "Thanks, buddy."

The way ahead is clogged by fallen concrete and smashed vehicles. Possibly gas pipelines, too, if the occasional fits of fire are anything to go by. Clambering over concrete eventually leads to a narrow passage through which one must crawl. On the other side, the ceiling is long since gone, and the former freeway has become a high-walled trench into which every foul-smelling and toxic substance known has long since spilled.

There's no way those things crawling in the shadows are cockroaches....