Year 2064: It's Moroska, a country from the eastern European region.
Around the month of June, as it's rains outside in the monsoon season, an old man, sitting on his hospital bed, counting his days, beside him, in the same room, there is his companion, also counting down his days, looking at the roof.
"Heard from the kids, William?" Asks the old man in a soft cracked voice, awaiting an answer, he asks out once again, "I wonder how they be doing out there man...", yet no response, as he closes his eyes,"So it's your time huh... Well the doctor did say that your days are short, it could've happened anytime... No wonder".
William, seems like it's his friend, has finally died of old-age, the old man gets up from his bed, beside which there's the name, 'Jacob Issac Jaeger', it was his name, he went by the hospital room window, little rain drops tripping inside, outside, the window, it's quiet, buildings look old, very less people around the town, no signs of crowd, or busy markets, roads have become ruins, a faint sound of siren is audible from afar, modernization is covered in ruins, cars? Buses? It doesn't feels like a developing city, where it could be? Some militants petroling down the road.
Suddenly, "I see... You've finally came." Issac declares, who could that be? "How can I forget you, old man?" Replied a young voice, Issac's expressions turn intense, "Thomas..".
To be continued...
Next chapter: Invasion