A plague has wiped out all of humanity except for the few who escaped into a glass eco-dome; located on what once was the border between Mexico and California. No one had been outside in 200 years. There were constant sandstorms outside, no life to be seen for miles, what was the point. No one knew if the plague still lurked, inside was safe, we knew that. Trees, food, people, water. But one day on my morning stroll, a smudge disrupting the purity of the glass. A handprint.... on the other side.