Glowing Stone

One Year Since Rain Disaster

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The world changed over this long period.

But not the volcanic winter that still loomed, shrouding the sky in an eerie gray haze.

During this one year, most of the cities had fallen into silence. Their streets were buried under layers of ash, ice, and decay. The infected now ruled these lands - mindless, tireless, and always hunting for new victims.

Survivors were either dead, hiding, or fighting to carve out a place for themselves.

Grace?

She was fighting... literally.

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The small city ahead of her was nothing more than a graveyard.

Buildings were standing in broken silhouettes, shattered windows and crumbling facades giving them the look of open-mouthed corpses.

The wind howled through the skeletal remains of civilization, and it also carried the distant moans of the undead with it.