The cradle of civilization

One day a thousand of missiles had traced their deadly trajectories, and turned once fertile land into dangerous wasteland. For most people everything had ended in one day, only very few ones have got their tiny chances to the survive. Time has gone fast, generations have been changing. Little by little people was forgetting those terrible events. The memory of the first days was coming to life only in the stories of the elders during the night conversations around the fire. Let trials and errors, let the lives of many brave souls, - but mankind has learned to survive in a deserted world, forgetting about the usual conveniences and advanced technologies. And so, one day, a small caravan reached the ancient ruins. The sunny plains were replaced by the shadow of long uninhabited streets.
The group was moving along the one, through moss-covered, rusty carcasses and blockages. What's waiting for travelers here? Who or what they will face to around the corner?
Done for render.ru contest.