Jack stood at the edge of the vast, barren wasteland that stretched out before him. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the sky was choked with a thick layer of smog that seemed to block out the sun. The landscape was desolate, with nothing but jagged rocks and twisted metal strewn about like the bones of a long-dead giant.
As he made his way deeper into the wasteland, Jack's mind was consumed with a growing sense of unease. He knew that he was venturing into dangerous territory, but he could not ignore the gnawing feeling in his gut that something was terribly wrong.
The silence was broken by the sound of footsteps, and Jack quickly ducked behind a pile of rubble. He peered out cautiously, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger.
Suddenly, a group of figures emerged from the fog, moving quickly and purposefully towards a nearby structure. Jack could not make out their faces, but he could sense the malevolence emanating from their every movement.
