C311 If They Were Afraid of Death They Would Find the Little Brother(1)

The afternoon sun pierced through a gossamer layer of clouds, casting its light upon the Blue Moon Community, now a shadow of its former self, lying in ruins.

Where once stood towering apartment blocks, now were hills of rubble, as zombies, ever in search of their next meal, roamed aimlessly, noses to the wind.

Suddenly, the quiet was shattered by the roar of an engine