Las Vegas. Once it used to be America's gambling capital, now reduced to dust and rubble. Just a decade ago its streets were filled with people looking to challenge their luck in a game of chance, go to a show, or just have some fun in local nightclubs.
It was. Before Invasion.
Now it was filled with wind and dust getting blown from the dessert, as well as twisted heaps of metal that used to be vehicles, be it a flying or driving one.
Terry stopped in the middle of empty street, listening to the whistle of the. He looked around, HUD on his helmet highlithing the refuge camp nearby, as well as his squadmates and scarce local fauna. He was holding a heavy machine gun with a bipod and ammo box attached to the bottom. Bullets in the belt reflected the sun, which was at its zenith; And was sending waves of scorching heat down onto the ruined city.
The goat started to slowly walk again, crossing the street. There were rumors of another raiding party scouring one of the districts for supplies and killing civilians in the process.
"Have you found anything yet? Over." he heard a familiar, Polish-accent lined voice.
"No, Bastard One." he replied. "The area is clear. This whole city is as dead as when we arrived here. Over."
"Well, keep looking. We can't let these kurwykill all those people." his companion replied. "Bastard One over and out."
Terry nodded silently and started to walk again. Small pieces of rubble and glass were cracking under his feet, accompanied by the metallic clanking of boots of his powered armor. A few minutes have passed before he noticed, that wind was getting stronger, and day around him - darker. He stopped again and lifted his gun, barrel pointing at the quickly darkening sky.
"Bastard One, do you copy? Over."
"I hear you loud and clear, Bastard Two."
"There's a sandstorm incoming. We should find some cover if we don't want to get blown away. Over."
"Understood, Bastard Two, I'm heading your way. Hold the position and stay frosty. Bastard One over and out."
A few minutes later, Terry noticed a blue marker approaching. Francine. Soon enough, he could make out the whole figure of his sharky companion, even with all the dust flying about.
"Let's go." she said, pointing at the nearest building.

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Art by Teegray07
Storybit by me