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- >A dead light rises over the waste.
- >You look up and squint, the light hurts your eyes.
- >Peaking over the edge, you see the silhouettes of shattered trees.
- >The last stubborn vestiges of nature. Determinedly clinging to the earth.
- >The light falls slowly, the shadows lengthen.
- >The light comes to a rest. Darkness consumes the waste once again.
- >You sit back down, back against the wall.
- >Someone brushes past you.
- >And another.
- >Pale eyes glint in the moonlight. Badges and buttons glint silently.
- >Someone grabs your shoulder. Yanking you into the press.
- >Into the flow and press. A human river of sweat and fear.
- >All of a sudden it stops. The men to your side turn and face the wall.
- >The light returns. They can see the fear on your face.
- >A howl like a dragon is followed by another.
- >Distantly you hear the fruits of their exploits. An unceasing drum beat.
- >At the first whistle your step forward.
- >The second you grip the ladder, no more than a few nailed together planks and branches.
- >The third you start to climb.
- >Your first step into the waste. Light by the pale light.
- >Forwards to whatever awaits.
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