Leon, Buried in Fire
A heavy dusk sank low, blanketing the war-shattered horizon.
Just past the broken gates of Silver City, the once quiet plains had warped into something else—something bleak, emptied out. A graveyard of silence. Of ruin. The air felt too thin, too fragile, like if anyone breathed too hard, it'd just crack apart. Survivors huddled everywhere—men, women, kids, the old—crowding close like staying near someone might somehow keep the nightmare from snapping back. Their clothes were torn, scorched, charred to black. Some didn't even seem to notice. Just… standing there. Shaking.
