Regardless of their varying states of preparation, the group of Daybreakers eventually travelled towards the surface, their eyes set on the goal. As they neared one of the entrances, a cold wind blowing in, transceivers were uniformly removed, placed in a well-hidden spot within the tunnel to retrieve later. Those who had yet to don their Cowl and Crown did so as well, not a single one of them foolish enough to enter a world illuminated by the Scarlet Moon without all their blessings in place.

One by one, they ascended a rusted ladder within a now-empty sewer. Pushing open the manhole cover, the six Daybreakers were now properly within the Ashen Lands, the crimson radiance dying everything a uniform color. Within this world of shadow and redness, it was difficult to remember that other colors did exist. The clouds were burning and the earth constantly trembled, but for the time being, there appeared to be no Tyrants nearby. Tall buildings and cracked pavement greeted them instead, the rusted chassis of automobiles rattling like tin cans with each echoing boom in the distance. 

For all the destructive tendencies that they supposedly held, the immortal beasts that ravage the world were more interested in the living instead of the inanimate, and it wasn’t all that difficult to find above-ground metropolises untouched by the Tyrants. Whether or not those ruins remained untouched by Scavengers, however, was another thing altogether.

In the distance, the more keen-sighted amongst the Daybreakers would spot one building collapsed, the rubble obscuring another entrance way into the Catacombs of humanity. That would, at least, explain why the distress signal was fired off to begin with.

A howling wind passed through, dust and ashes stirring like ghosts rising from their slumber.

They were in the area of the distress signal, but with no obvious convergence of Tyrants to point them in the right direction, what were the Daybreakers to do?