The skies were perpetually grey all over the world. The thick pearly blankets made sure the world remained in its constant state of gloom and doom.
A faint hint of blood and ash could be perceived with every inhale, and it wasn't uncommon to hear the shrieks, cries, groans or grunts of creatures ripping one another apart...
"Damn... There never is a good day in hell, is there?" Major Arltzwalt, the person who had ordered the decimation of City Z, could be seen standing upon a very tall outpost overseeing a great wilderness of sand and dead plants. He had a large sniper on his back and two strange pistols hanging on his waists.
Right beside him was a woman dressed in a tank top and military shorts...