A beam of light hit his face, he desperately hoped it was the sun, though it was artificial.

A sound he heard in the far distance, lots of sounds, one louder than the other, all floating around him, trapping him in an inescapable prison. Those weren’t birds, they were cars.

The smell of gas and rot crept through the streets of the giant Monopol, creeping inside everyone in its path. Not like th...