The sky above was dark and dreary, rainfall threatening to emerge any moment. Nathaniel was making his way through the ruined streets, the buildings around him having long since collapsed into metal beams and dust. Even ruined and burnt cars littered the roads, having long been looted for salvage. The apocalypse was in full swing, with horribly mutated creatures lurking around every corner, seeking their next meal.

Nathaniel was carrying a black bag on his back, clearly searching for supplies, stopping every so often to inspect certain areas as he took deep breaths through his gas mask. However, he soon stopped, his blue eyes scanning around him. He swore he heard something, just now... and his hand hesitantly drew to the pistol on his belt.