[Late Afternoon EST, Sunday March 21, 2077; The Containment Zone, formerly Downtown Boston]

The similarities to the urban blight and barrens hellholes is a pale reflection of the desperate plight of the inhabitants of the containment zone. Even in the worst of the Chicago outbreak there was a sense of being able to fight back against the bugs… how can these pitiable few fight the invisible menace of the nanite plague? Isolation is only so much help and most, if not all, have succumbed.

The Azzie pyramid looms in the distance from wherever you are, the symbol of corporate power faded in the light of the massive corporate blunders that subsequently levelled the playing field in this desperate place.

Picking their way down in to the ruins of the subway there is a small sense of escaping the above ground menace but the group is under no illusions about the state of play and the potential threats ahead…

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