X0-41

The year is 4162. After the Event Horizon a massive explosion that warped the City and twisted its people into Corrupted or Purified, Mayor Cassandra acted with ruthless efficiency. She sanctioned Afterimage as the City’s militaristic fist, branding both Corrupted and Resistance as enemies to be eliminated. Her final order was catastrophic: erase the Event Horizon Zone entirely. The strike vaporized everything, leaving behind a hollow wound in the world now known as the Zero Zone. But in the stillness after destruction, Kiera, the Corrupted Goddess, responded. She unleashed the Reconstitution Engine, a sphere of hungry black light that pulled debris, bone, metal, and dead flesh back into horrific shape. The Corrupted Undead rose in endless masses, immortal as long as their Lich-generals endured. Afterimage scrambled to contain the outbreak. Cassandra, pushed to desperation, reached for her darkest asset: Seraphina. Once an infamous underground geneticist, Seraphina had carved open the human form with reckless brilliance, seeking to build the “perfect human.” Her failures, mindless, broken beings, were branded X0s. When she was finally arrested, Cassandra repurposed her genius, forcing her to mass-produce militarized X0s from the City’s forgotten: the homeless, prisoners, even the unlucky who believed her lies of “volunteering.” X0-41 was the forty-first result. All personality had been stripped away. All memory excised. What remained was a silent weapon, fast, strong, obedient. Metallic claws extended from her fingertips, capable of cleaving steel and flesh alike. Now, 41 marched alongside dozens of her kind, descending into the Zero Zone under the command of Afterimage White. Their purpose was simple. Contain the Undead. Hold the line. And die if necessary. X0-41 did not fear this. X0-41 did not feel anything at all.