The sky over the Exclusion Zone wasn't blue anymore; it was the color of a bruised lung.
When Kael toggled the , the world lost its luster, and for the first time, it looked honest. The oversaturated greens of the overgrown radiation forests collapsed into a sickly, desaturated olive. The sunlight, once a golden lie, became a cold, piercing white that washed out the horizon, making the rusted skeletal remains of the 1.45 industrial district look like a graveyard of giants. BLEAK RESHADE V1.1 1.45
He didn't reach for his rifle to hunt. He reached for it because, in a world this bleak, survival was the only color left. The sky over the Exclusion Zone wasn't blue