The first morning of the apocalypse did not have a beautiful sunrise. The sky above the industrial district of 2077 remained a dark crimson.
Dark clouds churned angrily in the sky. They cast a bloody tint over the massive five-kilometer radius of the Sanctuary.
Sebastian stood on the high basalt ramparts of his newly manifested Citadel. The cold wind whipped his black leather coat around his ankles.
Beside him, Valerie leaned heavily on her carved oak staff. Her eyes were locked on the horizon.
The golden translucent dome of the Sanctuary defense grid hummed with a low vibration.
At the base of that dome lay a gruesome smoking ring of cooked meat and blackened bone. Thousands of Tier 0 Infected had thrown themselves at the barrier during the night.
The magical barrier had done its job flawlessly. The smell was absolutely horrendous. It was a thick stench of human fat and charred hair that made their throats burn.
