A group of strangers brought together by circumstance stared out a broken window towards the enclosure below were a dazed child ran amok, they had heard the riveting noise resembling a aged foghorn echoing for miles on end, attracting all sorts of unspeakable horrors.

The sights and sound caused debilitating recollections of events prior, the towers as the group of strangers dubbed it, had spawned countless monstrosities resembling short humanoid figures with saber like teeth jutting from their elongated maws, as far as they were concerned the creatures had destroyed all formal resistance, the government, the military, any humans out in the open, became tasty morsels. Faced with death at the time, they had gathered, setting up shop atop a skyscrapers, unfortunately their impromptu perch had become a danger zone thanks to one careless child.

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A prickly sensation nagged at the back of Marik's mind, akin to wandering eyes boring holes into him, ouch, he shivered after snubbing his toe, standing nearby a man dressed in a dusty grey suit splattered with asphalt stared lazily at Marik's exposed back, quietly murmuring, "i told them, the cars had to go."