Alone. A man cowered in the shadows of the laboratory, gun in hand. Shivers ran down his spine as tears drizzled down his cheeks… The harsh silence was deafening, broken only by the pattering of wakeless footsteps and the ticking of the crude wall clock. The man gently rocked in his place with his knees tucked messily into his chest, the darkness of the shadows felt like his only haven. Hunted. Defenseless. Welcome to The Age of Terror.