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May 15th, 2028 — Beijing, remnants of China
The victory should have tasted sweet.
As Jake Harper marched through the streets of Beijing, rifle slung over his shoulder, the sound of boots on broken pavement echoed through the hollow remains of the enemy capital. The war was finally over. World War Three had come to its bloody, brutal end, and the Western Alliance—led by the shattered remnants of the once-mighty American Empire—had triumphed.
But there was no joy. No celebration. Only the stench of death.
The streets were littered with bodies—soldiers, civilians, all fallen during the final days of the war. The once-great city, now a sprawling graveyard, was filled with the remnants of a global conflict that had pushed humanity to the brink of annihilation. Buildings lay in ruin, their skeletal frames jutting into the ashen sky like broken teeth. The fires from the last airstrikes still smoldered in the distance, casting an eerie glow over the corpse-laden streets.
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Jake’s face was blank, his eyes hollow as he walked in step with his fellow soldiers, their expressions just as lifeless. Two years had passed since the Rapture—since that flash that had taken so many and left behind a world consumed by chaos. The war had only grown more savage after that, as if humanity, abandoned by the divine, had embraced its own destruction.
Jake’s fingers clenched around his rifle as they passed through the burned-out remains of the enemy’s heart. They had won, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they had lost something far greater.
Behind him, the flag of the United North American States flapped in the polluted wind, carried by soldiers who once believed in the glory of their mission. Now, they were survivors—victors only by virtue of outlasting their enemies, not through righteousness or strength.