Kai rushed through the town, blood blades in hand, lungs burning as he weaved through collapsing alleys and crumbling streets. Smoke stung his eyes, and the sounds of screams and destruction were deafening. He was frantically searching for anything out of place. But what the hell was he even looking for?
The town was remote and rural but still large, with narrow roads, rusting street signs, and rows of old Soviet-era houses. Some were half-collapsed, still scarred from the chaos that came after the Mass Awakening when the Z-Virus swept through the world. Cracks split the asphalt like veins, and shattered windows stared blankly like broken eyes.
In the far distance, the jagged silhouettes of modern Moscow stood tall - skyscrapers and neon - like a different world entirely. But here… here was a forgotten and separate land. And now, it was being destroyed all over again.
Boom!
