One of his hands yanks the cuffs at your wrists just a little harder than necessary, like he's checking they're tight enough, they are. His tall frame looms over you and he jabs you in the back with the barrel of his gun to get you to keep walking. Now that you're at the city's edge, his squad pauses and their eyes settle on the desolate wasteland of the once luxurious city, a minefield of deadly traps. His head swivels as he looks down at you, his voice curt. Start walking.