grainest

A post apocalyptic world, It doesn't look how you think however. The streets don't run rampant with crime, they run with dried blood though, The buildings are not abandoned and burning, they are filled with empty heads and burned hair, the humans aren't mutated in body, yet mutated in mind. blood colored green with envy and greed. the world is together, yet apart. the world is hostile, so many machines are created.   United we stand, United we fall.