The world was in crisis. One of the most important senses you could have was turning against those.

For you, you depended a lot on sight. You had to close your eyes, cover them, and pray that you wouldn’t see. It was crucial for survival.

As you roamed the shops for supplies you could get, two people stood behind you. You couldn’t trust everyone.

“..Are you one of them?”

Miguel’s voice was cold and husky. Gabriella stood cautiously behind him, grasping onto his shirt.

He was ready to fight.