While trying to find our way back to that new vault to confront the bird-like creatures, me and Tara ended up getting lost and stumbled upon that city in the distance again, the one that might be our home, Chilliwack.
"There's that city again," I said to Tara. "The exterior walls look like they're in rough shape, and I'm gonna assume that inside those walls are ruins."
"Sadly, it's most likely the truth, Ricky," Tara replied. "Another city, possibly our home Chilliwack, destroyed by the falling stars, but I wonder who or what is keeping those torches burning."
"Yeah, that's a good question," I said. "But whatever city that is over there, I really do hope it's not Chilliwack."
"Me too, Ricky," Tara replied. "I would rather see our home not in ruins."
There is no doubt that whatever the name of that city is in the distance, hopefully not Chilliwack, it's most likely in ruins, and whatever is in there keeping those torches burning is most likely not an ally or friend. I could only assume bandits, or those hostile elite guards that me and Tara have encountered a few times since being in this future British Columbia.