He adjusted his gas mask. Through the lens, the shadows were deeper now—heavy, crushed blacks that hid things the old world’s light couldn't. Every puddle of oily water reflected a sky that seemed to be mourning.
The sky over the Exclusion Zone wasn't blue anymore; it was the color of a bruised lung. BLEAK RESHADE V1.1 1.45
He didn't reach for his rifle to hunt. He reached for it because, in a world this bleak, survival was the only color left. He adjusted his gas mask