“Jeez, it looks so different…” As she complained, a hardcover book with a plain mask and white flowery patterns all over its cover popped into existence.Ī sniffing, smug voice came from the book, even as the young woman continued to ponder. “Hold on.am I heading the right way?” Suddenly stopping, she began to recount her steps, looking about the ruins, as if trying to remember a set of directions. The woman took a breath, and a cloud of mist shot out of one of the mask’s inlets. A patch was stuck on her upper arm - a yellow piper, wielding a sword as he blew his instrument, over a white background. Nothing sapient remained alive in this section of the city - once a housing area for the dockworkers of the place - save for a woman trudging through the mess, clad in a skin-tight protective suit with armor covered over the more vulnerable areas, and a modified gas mask over her face. Only a few lights flickered in the dead city - its civilian population, already devastated from an economic crisis decades ago, had faded away almost instantaneously when the Legion arrived seven years ago.
Under a grey sky, the former metropolis of Brockton Bay stood, its streets clogged with blinding-white salt, as a cockroach skittered across one of its roads, feelers tasting the air. Winter 2031, Brockton Bay Ruins Combat Theatre
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