TIME: DAY 1 OF EXILE, 06:45 HOURS.LOCATION: SECTOR 8 - THE "RUST BELT."STATUS: SCAVENGING.The sunrise in Sector 8 wasn't beautiful. It was a bruise.Ren Walker stood at the mouth of the drainage pipe, peering out into the industrial wasteland known as the Rust Belt. The thick, chemically-laden smog that blanketed the lower city turned the morning light into a sickly, jaundiced yellow. It didn't look like day; it looked like the inside of an old halogen bulb that was about to burn out.Behind him, the heavy iron hatch of the pump station was sealed tight. Inside, Maya was boiling their last few ounces of water over a chemical heater, and Arthur was breathing in shallow, rattling gasps. They were safe for now, but safety had a timer. Without antibiotics, the old man’s pneumonia would turn terminal within forty-eight hours."Ren," Leo (Tank) whispered, stepping up beside him.The giant man looked like a ruin. His expensive trench coat—once a symbol of their "Golden Age" wealth—was sta
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