Where am I, what is this?

Where am I, what is this?
The trees have been replaced by a concrete jungle,
the air tastes foul.
The only animals are metal beasts that bark when it moves.
The ground I stand on is fake, the dirt gone.
The water is filled with strange, clear animals that don’t move.
The hunting grounds have been replaced, the animals already killed,
given away for flat paper.
Everybody is holding a metal square shining light on their blank faces.
There is no silence. Where am I, what is this place.