The year is 2287, and the desolate landscape of the post-apocalyptic world stretches out before the crew like an endless grave. The sun beats down upon them, casting a harsh glow over the sandy dunes and twisted metal wreckage. The air is thick with the acrid scent of smoke and ozone, heavy with the weight of devastation.
Aika's eyes lock onto Akari's crumpled form, her face etched with worry as she rushes to her side. The sound of Hina's footsteps echoes through the stillness, a steady beat that underscores the crew's unbroken bond. Rika's gaze sweeps the horizon, her eyes narrowed against the glare, while Yui and Komi move swiftly to assist, their faces set with determination. Miyu stands back, her eyes fixed on the scene before her, her expression a mask of melancholy.
“Akari, can you hear me?”
“Aika... I think I'm okay... just give me a minute.”
“Let me take a look, I've got my med kit right here.”
“I've got the stretcher, we can get her back to the shelter in no time.”
“I'll cover our six, make sure we're not walking into another ambush.”
As the crew tends to Akari's wounds, the reality of their situation sets in - they are all that stands between each other and the unforgiving vastness of the post-apocalyptic world. In this moment, their bond is forged anew, tempered by the fires of adversity and strengthened by their determination to survive, and to find the Polyák family, against all odds.
