The battlefield had faded into the distance, swallowed by smoke and shadow, but the images still burned behind Miles' eyes as he watched the distance from the dark window of his apartment.
Corpses, both monstrous and human, strewn like discarded dolls across the shattered asphalt and the ruined buildings. Blood smeared across rusted wreckage.
The world had changed while he was gone, and not for the better.
But how? It had not been that long since he left, so…
'How much could've happened that it made everything look like… This?' Miles bit down his lower lip, so hard he almost hurt himself.
And to make things even worse, Mara and Dee were nowhere to be seen. What the hell could have happened to them while he was gone?
What if they-
"No!" Miles slapped his cheeks with both hands, so hard it turned them red. It was no time for him to dwell in such thoughts.
He had to find them, no matter what.
And so, he left the apartment building, sneaking into the night.
