Epilogue

The year is 2062 and the world has barely recovered from world war three.

It was a pointless war that lasted for decades that started when one country discovered that America was creating super soldiers in secret. They were men and women that were created to be twice as fast, twice as strong and twice as resilient as a regular soldier. Scientists in America finally cracked the codes and mass-produced them to fight… To kill. The war lasted many years and countless innocents died along with the soldiers. With their armies wiped out, the other countries soon caved in to America, they had no choice.

America became a very powerful nation. It controlled all.

Today no sky can be seen, the sun hasn't shone in years and it is always snowing. The people who live in the cities live dull lives in the cold darkness, praying that one day the sun may return and give them the happiness that they long for.

One such man prays everyday. He holds hope that one day he can change things for the better. That one day everything will return to way it was.

Such a naïve wish.