
Death squads marching through the streets, reeking of blood. Those who resist die screaming; those who surrender are executed moments later. There is nowhere to run. Orbital probes and surveillance satellites sweep across forests and wastelands alike, their sensors so advanced that not even the thickest layers of rock in the deepest caverns can conceal.
No one is spared. Not the elderly. Not the innocent. Not even children too young to understand the end of their world.
Private transport ships, packed with desperate families wealthy enough to buy a chance at escape, claw their way toward the upper atmosphere — most of them get intercepted by missiles before they can break orbit.