Sunset So there Sylvia was – watching the sun go down on the day everything had changed. This day, the 1st of June 2058, would long be remembered for the crime committed upon it, like so many other notorious days in history. The reactor was still burning, but thankfully the smoke and fallout had been caught up in the strong south-westerly breeze that blew in the afternoon here. The site for the camp had been chosen with this in mind. The sun was setting in a red haze and the sky itself seemed to be bleeding. Was there something else she might have done to prevent this? Could the blame be placed on her? There was a feeling in her chest unlike any she could recall: a twisting, churning sensation with an associated shortness of breath. Perhaps this was what the onset of a heart attack felt like. Or maybe it was just the smoke she had inhaled. There were no trees, nothing to catch the moving air; just the low, barren scrubland that CIQ Sinocorp had chosen as the site for its facility.
