Dark winter's changed Manhattan for the worst.

Dark Winter has revealed how vulnerable we've become. Our lifestyle, our security, our safety depends on a delicate and unstable economy. We've created a system so complicated that we no longer understand how to control it. Oil, power, shipping, transport -- we live in a complex world, and the more complex it gets, the more fragile it becomes. The system is built on a global supply chain that gets things where they're needed -- just in time. We've created a house of cards. Remove just one, and everything falls apart. And what's fueling this system? Money.

10:51 PM.

Walking through buildings that noone tends, you search for any source of food. And lo and behold, you find... Canned Pasta. Not the worst; could be better though... This should be able to last a day or two.

Glass shatters during the brief celebration you get to have for finding food. It seemed to be nearby, too...

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A Hunter lunges at you, premeditating a tough slam of their Tomahawk, grazing your skin. It's a small cut, but that's enough for it to sting already.

You roll back on the floor as they punt your face, and your vision becomes blurry. Both you and the Hunter get back up.