To the millions watching the broadcast, David Young was just another contestant about to die in the Blitz. To the resistance hiding in the sub-levels, he was the final download that would set the city free—or delete it forever.
The flickering neon of the "Sector 7" sign was the only thing illuminating David Young’s grime-streaked face. In the year 2092, survival wasn’t a right; it was a high-score.
Suddenly, the asphalt behind him erupted. A Ravager unit—an eight-foot steel nightmare—had caught his scent. David didn't look back. He leaped from a crumbling fire escape, his mag-boots catching the side of a passing hover-train.