Three years on Earth were not merely a count of time; they were a relentless, planet-scale meat grinder.
Under a sky that never stopped radiating a rust-red hue, the remnants of human civilization had long been buried beneath oceans of carcasses. The wind that blew no longer carried the scent of soil or rain, but the thick coppery stench of blood and the choking miasma of decay. In the middle of a concrete-rubble desert stretching to the horizon, a last, despair-filled defense was taking place.
