The red skies of Nevada felt numbing on the ground, like it was the reason the ground of Nevada was so dry and broken.

A small portion of a cliff, a box of ammo, and a small door leading into an agency building was visible behind the cliff.

Then, a holy light comes down, a man landing on the cliff with a soft thud, began speaking. Looking around, and equipped his revolver.

“Nevada. How it has fallen, fixing this madness will be disastrous but needed.”

He said, looking down at the ruins of small towns and the presence of AAHW cargo vehicles driving throughout the ruins.