Deep within the heart of the decaying city, hidden behind layers of rubble and ruin, lay the Axe Squad's base. A fortress forged from twisted metal and crumbling concrete. The entire structure exuded an aura of terror.
The entrance, a massive steel door engraved with the Axe Squad's chilling insignia, a snarling, axe-wielding skull – slid open with an ear-splitting screech. Behind it lay a dimly lit corridor lined with rusted pipes, the flickering of fluorescent lights casting unsettling shadows that danced across the walls. Armed guards in black uniforms, each wielding rifles, ushered the captured survivors forward in a grim, single-file line.
