Far from Santos City, across the skyline of Omega DC.
Far from the burning streets, collapsed towers, and infected hordes swallowing entire districts whole.
The night remained orderly.
Floodlights illuminated monuments along the Potomac in pale gold while military aircraft crossed restricted airspace in disciplined formations overhead.
Traffic on the outer highways still moved in controlled streams. Emergency services remained active. Buildings still held power. From a distance, the capital almost looked untouched.
Almost.
At the heart of the restricted federal district sat the Omega Defense Command Headquarters.
Massive.
Low to the ground.
Built less like a monument and more like something designed to survive the end of civilization itself.
The structure stretched outward across reinforced earthworks and buried concrete embankments, surrounded by layered security perimeters that extended for nearly a mile in every direction.
