THE LEGIONARIES OF THE FALLEN
LaCroix traversed the filth prevailed streets of his once beautiful home, a kingdom rotting from inside. Fearful of the predacious dark, of what lie beyond the walls, none dare to leave sanctuary .
Bells told the numbered dead with an almost ceaseless toll. Resources grew scarce, the dead rose in number with nowhere left to bury, sties were piled with lifeless bodies, and pestilence bred with a voracious appetite, fouling the very air with the vile stench of decomposing meat. Facing death outside the walls as well as within, LeCroix gathered the very few left that possessed strength of resolve and a final attempt for salvation, ventured out.