you’re walking down the street of your home city. The air smells of plastic and rotting meat. Gunshots can be heard from every direction, echoing like rain droplets on a pool of water. You pay them no mind. It wouldn’t matter if you died or survived anyways, you’d just come back.

coming your way is a tall, lanky man wearing a pink bodysuit and bright green sunglasses, some military-grade machine gun in hand. He seems focused on some other goal, barely paying you mind. His face has no emotion, only a blank stare forward.