The 'hard life' lines on his face added years that the lack of grey in his hair couldn't completely offset. His long, dark hair was a strong contrast to his angular, anemic face. He was dressed all in black: long sleeved shirt, pants, and shiny leather boots that came up to his knees. His wide-brimmed hat and long coat lay neatly on the bed next to his curved sword. The room instantly lit up with a cool, unnatural light, illuminating the sparse furnishings. It started with the vampires вЂ“ an obvious choice вЂ“ aliens quickly followed, and the list grew longer with each passing month. Minorities had been blamed for these drastic measures. The government's propaganda machine had convinced most of the population it was for their safety. Civil rights and laws had gone out the window, a very high window. Every major city had a curfew during these times of marshal law. A few hours from now it would look like a ghost city when the curfew went into effect. The downtown streets were bustling with crowds and vehicles. He wiped the window with a black sleeve, but most of the pollutant dirt was on the outside, resulting in little improved visibility. Everything had changed after the holocausts, including borders.ДЇrom his small hotel window, a man looked down to the street far below. Paramount was the Capitol of the Eastern American Imperium, located near the centre of the former state of West Virginia.

However, from the population's viewpoint on the ground, the constant smog made it seem like twilight throughout the day. It was mid afternoon in the congested city of Paramount. History has been so terribly unkind to you. Babylon, you were the beauty among all cities.

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