Locating The Control Center
The rumbling of an armored truck echoed through the desolate streets, its heavy wheels grinding over the debris of an environment in ruins.
The truck maneuvered the chaos of crumbling buildings and scattered remnants of a civilization collapsed. Its occupants, a motley crew, peered out from the open back, their gazes sweeping the desolation that stretched out before them.
Among them, a trio in military outfits stood apart, their demeanor and silence a stark contrast to the rest. On the floor of the truck was a completely tied-up figure wriggling to be freed but to no avail.
As the truck slowed, navigating a particularly treacherous stretch of road flanked by buildings that teetered on the brink of destruction, the crew's attention was drawn to a scene unfolding on the sidewalk.
A group of ragtag bandits, their clothes as tattered as the flags of defunct nations, wielded technological weapons that hummed with deadly energy.