They never thought it would come to their quiet, sleepy town, but in the middle of one warm, quiet, sleepy afternoon the ground began to shake and then everything was coming apart.

Someone tried to start shooting, the bullets spraying up the wall, but the air was so thick with dust and sand that nothing could be seen.

They could be shooting mutants, buildings, cars, civillians…

The dust swirled thicker and thicker, flowing down the main street like water. Small children were torn screaming from their parents' arms.

Above them, the sky turned black.