The night grew darker even as dawn approached at on its irradiated wings. In this land of eternal smog, the light of day had become a forgotten blessing. Kelly looked up, but her gaze was smothered by cloudy hands, smeared with dust. Her legs trembled, and her palms turned as cold as ice. She had never felt so scared in all her life.
The dead streets slumbered in silence while the buildings stood like glassy headstones. Keppler was a concrete graveyard, haunted by steely ghosts which whispered in eerie mechanical tongues. It wasn't a place for humans.
Kelly found herself stranded in enemy territory like some exiled warrior. Those she had trusted had turned their backs on her, and now she had little hope of returning home.
