Months later
The wind proved more persistent today, carrying dust from the crumbled buildings of the falling city through every corner. It would have been a living hazard, but no one remained, no civilians at least.
Now, the once-beautiful city only roamed with infected and the occasional sightings of Quasars tasked to eliminate them.
Deep in the fallen city, on one of the large windows of a high-rise apartment in a building that slowly inched closer to its demise, with every chunk of concrete occasionally falling to the ground, sat Calyx.
He sat in silence, overlooking the city as the relentless wind ruffled his dark hair, causing strands to dance in the fading light of the day. His hands fidgeted with a switchblade, twisting and spinning it with trained precision.
Sunset inched closer; this meant the infected were about to come out in large groups, and this is why Calyx stayed, waiting silently.
