تسجيل الدخولThe icy winds blasted incessantly against the reinforced quartz glass of the quarantine fortress located above the high-altitude ridge. Meanwhile, inside the facility, the climate was the very example of efficient industrial operation. While the lowlands turned into lifeless cemeteries of red fog and black blood, Madison's empire was working at full strength.At the triage and intake wing of the quarantine fortress, Doctor Marcus Cole was checking off the clinical parameters of the patients on his electronic tablet beside the pressurized decontamination chamber. The clinical disinfectant smell and the smell of ozone filled the room with an atmosphere quite different from the outside."Alright, Sector Four, I need you to listen up." Marcus raised his voice a bit so that it could cover the noise of the air filtration systems. His voice was addressed to the group of three recovering patients, which had fulfilled their contract of assets-for-medicine and was now ready to leave the place
When he finally made it back to the porch of the suburban house, the winter sun was slowly going down behind the horizon, sending its bloody red shadow across the frozen landscape of the dead lowlands. He fell against the front door and frantically started looking for the way to open it, releasing the freezing air into the porch.Ann was lying on the threadbare rug near the hearth, shivering under her dirty quilt and staring with the sunken eyes filled with fever. Turning her head weakly to watch him staggering across the threshold, she closed the door behind him with a slam."Did…" Ann whispered and burst out into a wet, rattling cough. "Did she give you something?"Slumping against the kitchen counter, Carter tried to catch his breath, his bruised face smeared in frozen blood. He looked at his shaking, frozen hands, and the harsh truth sank deep into his bones."She didn't even come to the door," Carter croaked, his voice nothing but a mere whisper of its former self. "There's noth
Hours later, braving the sub-zero temperatures wrapped in heavy layers of trash bags and canvas, Carter dragged himself through the snowy perimeter line toward the edge of Madison's high-altitude property. He didn’t aim to break into the bunker anymore. Clenched between his frozen fingers was a hefty iron pipe taken from the garage.One of Madison's automated optical sensor and camera towers, positioned a bit further from the main outer perimeter wall, stood mounted to an enhanced post to monitor the entrance. It buzzed quietly, the tracking lens rotating slowly, capturing high-resolution images of the snow-covered waste and sending them to Madison's command center.Carter crouched behind a snow drift, breathing heavily, his breath forming icy clouds over his improvised mask. He knew what could happen. He knew that the second he attacked the automated sensor array, the alarms would scream on the ridge. But his pride, crushed under the weight of his utter ruin and absolute indiffere
It was cold, even colder the day following the false hope.Inside the frozen confines of the suburban house, the faint glimmer of hope from the working cell phones had been snuffed out and had left behind an air thick with despair. Carter was slumped at the kitchen table with his hands tangled in his hair and shaking violently, staring blankly at his dead phone.The brief respite from the biting cold had done nothing but burn up all their remaining calories as an illusion that taunted their misery.Ann lay huddled beneath the greasy quilt coughing into her handkerchief with every ragged breath. She felt the chill cut right into her lungs, turning each gasping inhalation into a jagged stab of icy pain.She understood their dire straits. Their supplies of food were exhausted, their firewood had burnt to ash, and all that was left outside was the red fog of the wasteland and death in the form of bloody rot."We have to get back to the ridge, Carter," Ann whispered through chattering teet
The shift from safety to fear had come without warning for those living in the suburbs. In the weeks following Day Zero, when everyone in the cold suburban estates thought that things couldn’t be worse, there had been only denial. They believed that the power failure was temporary, that municipal power would come back on, and that the red fog was simply an unusual anomaly of seasonality.They could not have been more wrong.The Ash Rot was not a weather anomaly but a predator in its own right. The rules of the wasteland were simple: go outdoors without a closed-circuit respirator built specifically for reasons like this, and the minuscule spores contained in the crimson mist would find a way past any filter to settle in the warm, moist tissue of the lungs. Hours after the initial tickle in the throat, the victim would experience the horrifying, violent spasm, followed by the unmistakable cough of solidified black blood. The lowlands were fast becoming a frozen mass graveyard.Howe
The cheerful sound of the dining hall was gradually fading away leaving only an even, pleasant murmur as Madison took her place at the head of the table, placing her hand on the back of Belle’s chair as the little girl eagerly explored her small plate of apple rings. The shift from the deadly tension of the outer gate to the controlled comfort of the inner bunker seemed to happen effortlessly; a testimony to the impeccable order established by Madison amidst the frozen wasteland.Dr. Marcus Cole lounged against the counter, folding his arms as he observed the little girl making her apple rings into a geometric pattern and glancing every now and then towards Henderson just to make sure the poor man was not about to collapse due to the high pressure of the room.“Well, Director,” Marcus said with a lazy smirk twitching at his lips as he cast a glance towards Madison. “If Princess Belle is done inspecting the ventilation seals, maybe she should also check the stock list in the medical a







