PATIENT ZERO -The lone survivor
A young woman hovered three inches off the ground, too traumatized to let her gravity-nullifying mutation deactivate.
It was a sanctuary of the broken, the terrified, and the hunted.
As Baraka walked into the light of the reservoir, the low murmur of conversation in the camp began to die down. Heads turned. Eyes widened.
Baraka was a towering, muscular figure, covered in black ash, dried mud, and blood. His trench coat hung in ribbons. The burn scars on his right arm were still raw, and his eyes carried the heavy, haunted weight of a boy who had looked into the abyss and fought his way back out.