Under the pitch-black night sky, the world was shrouded in darkness.
A lone figure, a zombie, crept along the outskirts of San Bernardino. He moved cautiously through the narrow alleyways, skillfully avoiding the drones patrolling the skies above.
Weaving through the ruins of dilapidated buildings, he passed by a few stray zombies on the streets. Their throats emitted low, guttural growls, echoing faintly in the desolate silence.
This was the apocalypse—a city of despair under the cover of night.
The figure, known as Nightmare, moved with calculated precision. Before long, he reached the edge of the Awakener camp. From the vantage point of an abandoned high-rise, he peered down through a shattered window.
Spotlights swept across the camp below, where numerous Awakeners stood guard. Among them were a few second-generation cyborgs, their eyes glowing an eerie green as they scanned the area with mechanical precision.
