The world didn't end all at once. It rotted. Slowly, patiently, the way things do when God stops paying attention. The fields went first, then the people, then whatever passed for hope in a place that never had much to begin with.
Adrian is seventeen. He has a helmet, a stolen dagger, and the particular kind of determination that only comes from having nothing left to lose.
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