Day 0, November 3rd, 2020, Approx. 12:05 PM (18:05 GMT)
"Okay, now you're gonna wanna turn left onto 143rd street here. Damn, there's a lotta crap in the way."
As you turn onto the thoroughfare, you can see it is littered with overturned vehicles and debris from nearby buildings. Road signs and street lights have been blown over by the force of the atomic winds. As you drive by, you see countless people in various stages of agony. Some of them are terribly wounded, others simply aghast at the destruction caused by the explosion. A few try to approach you as you are the only moving vehicle on the road, but you are getting a little cramped as it is with 9 people (Aziz and Harry included) and you know you would be of little help anyway.
"Oh jeeze, this is tough. Everything looks so different. All the damage... Is ya speedometer workin'? Good, it is. Don't drive further than a mile. I know the next turn ain't further than a mile from here."
The driving is difficult. Debris and detritus covers the road. Your path is obscured in every direction and you are unable to drive faster than 30 miles per hour along any stretch. You pass by several turns until finally Harry yells, "Stop! Stop! Stop! This is the one. Turn right here."
You turn and continue down the road. There are fewer vehicles along this road but the havoc is just as real. On one side of the road is a residential district and you can see numerous homes with roofs blown off or worse. Some people lay dead or dying on their lawns, clearly having attempted to crawl for help from their collapsed dwellings. Eventually, you arrive at your destination.
In addition to a dozen or so ruined vehicles lie what appear to be three enormous heads of men, face-down in the parking lot, an advertising gimmick for the auto shop. "I never seen Manny, Moe and Jack lookin' so down," Harry grimly jokes as you pull into the parking lot.