- Shelter City 8 -
A harsh wind blew in from the north, sweeping across the land and dragging a wall of yellow-stained clouds behind it. The sky ruptured with a deafening crack, spilling a torrential downpour as if the heavens themselves were trying to drown the rot below.
The rain hammered the high concrete walls, but it wasn't enough to drown out the sound of war.
Below, a relentless wave of mutants surged forward. Twisted, humanoid figures tore through the downpour, their segmented, armor-like skin glinting faintly beneath the darkened sky. Though lean in form, their presence carried a violent urgency. They moved with feral speed, sprinting toward the walls in silence. Some leapt upward and began to climb, claws punching into rain-soaked concrete as if it offered no resistance. Shards of stone broke away and crashed down behind them, but nothing slowed their assault.
