Las Vegas, Nevada. The fabled sin city. A land of vice and hedonism. Now turned to waste by the apocalypse. It had only been six months since the outbreak of the undead virus, an event that would forever change the world and the fate of humanity.
But shockingly, when Zane gazed upon the ruins of the legendary city, he found that the sands of the desert had already begun to reclaim it. In fact, the moment he entered the outskirts, he found that there was a sandstorm in place. Something that would not normally happen in this part of the world.
The storm was violent, and the particles of sand contained within it were violently whipping by Zane's face. Were a normal man, no doubt he would be lightly cut by it. And yet, because he was more than just a man, the storm inflicted no hurt upon him.
Gwen had finally been able to cope with Zane's shift in appearance after several hours of walking. And was quick to comment on the state of Las Vegas.