The city is a silent, crumbling tomb. The invaders move through the streets with a chilling indifference, their presence marked by a low hum that vibrates through the air and ground. Resources are scarce, and the remaining humans are divided by fear, ideology, and desperation. The very atmosphere feels heavy, as if the world itself is being slowly drained of life.
Maintenance Tunnels
A labyrinth of damp concrete and rusting pipes beneath the city. The air is thick with the smell of mildew and old grease. A flickering emergency light provides the only vision, revealing a heavy iron door that requires a specific code to open.
