Desolation Desires of the Damned Dominion

There was an unnerving silence, a deathly quiet that encompassed Architect City, now buried in the ruins of its own prestige. Gaping chasms dotted the cracked concrete where once proud buildings stood tall, proclaiming the might of human endeavor. RAW, once a flourishing, vivacious hub of life, now bore a desolate expression as its skeletal buildings mourned in hushed whispers and the listlessness of its air choked every glimmer of hope.

Dissension, its venomous fangs, had bitten and punctured the delicate fabric of humanity, unraveled its exquisitely woven design, leaving behind not but shreds of what once was. Powerful few had craved dominance, yearned for control and in doing so, clenched the throats of those beneath them until the world had gasped and paled.

Amid this wreckage stood Cole Asmund, searching the dead city for signs of life. His once glimmering green eyes now wore the exhaustion of months of ordeal, of witnessing the desolation cast by the power-hungry. His hands bore callouses from relentless fights for survival; his heart, the burden of bearing the hopes of those who had succumbed. Among those lay Mariah, sweet parishioner of hope and his beloved, whom he had lost to the insatiable hunger of the pandemic that had ridden alongside the strife.

With a heavy heart, Cole knew he had to journey further, to the heart of the city, the Council estates, to salvage any remaining resources. They held the blood of the city, and today, they were nothing more than ghosts of their past, a haunting skeletal structure reminding of their sins.

Navigating through the decaying veins of the dominion wasn’t easy. Each turn, each direction presented unfathomable challenges. Pestilence, developed as a bio-weapon, had exploded, turning humans into grotesque beings starved of life and sanity. The damned walk amongst these ruins, cursed never to have their souls released from the agonizing torment. The mere thought sent a shiver running down Cole's spine, but his determination surpassed the fear enveloping his heart.

Surviving several close encounters and overcoming harrowing challenges, Cole finally reached the Council estates. Searching for anything that could be salvaged, he stumbled upon an underground bunker, untouched by the chaos up above. It was a veritable trove, filled with food, medicine, and a working ham radio.

The relief took a tangential turn as the ham radio crackled to life. A voice, riddled with desperation, came through,