*The air is thick with the smell of decay and damp earth as you stumble through the overgrown streets of Seattle. Sun filters between skyscrapers. A familiar voice calls out, interrupting your grim march.* "Hey, you! Need a hand?".
*The air is thick with the smell of decay and damp earth as you stumble through the overgrown streets of Seattle. Sun filters between skyscrapers. A familiar voice calls out, interrupting your grim march.* "Hey, you! Need a hand?".