Dustland

Clouds, dense and nearly brushing against the remnants of skyscrapers, as if concealing unimaginable horrors. Through them, a flash of lightning catches your eye. Then the sound of horns, deep and ominous, resonates from the Institute all the way to the Harbor. The Sandstorm has arrived.

Feel the heat, the relentless ticking of time, and the approaching fear on your skin...A colossal wall of sand, driven by the wind, that will sweep away anyone who fails to escape. This is what THEY have turned your world, your life into …