The sun cracks over the horizon, the magnificent city's shadow becomes a memory in its own past. The busy honking of cars, the people amongst the street, the few fading screams from the lower south district being eaten by zombies. Another beautiful blister torched scorching day in Paradise. Weather reports that global warming may be approaching sooner than expected as some birds have caught fire midflight in the northern half of the city.
Forecast for tonight: Dark.
A man sits in his window of the 93rd floor of the Empire building laughing to himself, a man of mystery and judgmental destruction.
Banks across the city continue to be robbed, as the employees help the robbers pack bags of cash into their vans, they are not doing the wrong thing, they just want them to hurry up and leave so they can return to their work. Some bank's keep them hostages, A man gets mugged on the sidewalk, as passerby's ignore his pleas for mercy.
This city has been bled dry of hope, there is no more dreams, with more people disappearing overnight, it's the Bermuda triangle of cities.
Welcome to Infinity City, What will the day bring.