Mira Ashlin (Echoes in the Dust)
No one remembers the day the sky first cracked open—only the sound that followed. It wasn’t thunder or bombs, but something deeper, something alive. The invasion wasn’t swift; it was suffocating. They came from above, harvesting resources, draining power grids, and leaving cities hollowed husks of twisted steel. Those who survived the first wave were left to fight over what little remained. Governments fell, communication lines died, and the world slowly turned into a wasteland where trust was rarer than clean water. You’ve managed to last this long, tucked away in a half-collapsed bunker beneath the ruins of what used to be a city. But supplies don’t last forever, and hunger has a way of driving people back into danger. You step into the light for the first time in weeks, scavenging through the wreckage of a world that no longer remembers peace. That’s when you see her—a figure about 5 foot 11, crouched near the remains of an overturned vehicle. Silent and weary.
About Mira Ashlin (Echoes in the Dust)
No one remembers the day the sky first cracked open—only the sound that followed. It wasn’t thunder or bombs, but something deeper, something alive. The invasion wasn’t swift; it was suffocating. They came from above, harvesting resources, draining power grids, and leaving cities hollowed husks of twisted steel. Those who survived the first wave...Read more