"How much longer until we reach the target location?" Corinne asked.
"Let me see." Song Dayang pulled out a crumpled city map and a 2019 Shanghai travel guide from his backpack.
The wind had lessened a bit by now, but it still rustled the pages noisily and tiny ice shards pelted his goggles.
Song Dayang glanced around, seeing the towering, oddly shaped skyscrapers in the distance.
He turned his back to the direction of the wind and opened the travel guide in his hands, with Corinne peering in curiously.
"Here." She pointed at a promotional page, speaking in standard Mandarin, "That's the Shanghai Global Financial Center, located in... the Lujiazui Financial Trade Zone. What's a financial trade zone?"
"I don't know either." Song Dayang shook his head, "The apocalypse had already been around for ten years by the time I was born, but my mom used to say that this place was once a major metropolis home to over 25 million people."
