The sky over the Exclusion Zone wasn't blue anymore; it was the color of a bruised lung.
He adjusted his gas mask. Through the lens, the shadows were deeper now—heavy, crushed blacks that hid things the old world’s light couldn't. Every puddle of oily water reflected a sky that seemed to be mourning. BLEAK RESHADE V1.1 1.45
He didn't reach for his rifle to hunt. He reached for it because, in a world this bleak, survival was the only color left. The sky over the Exclusion Zone wasn't blue