Not too long ago, the world went to nuclear war. Obviously, it didn’t end well. Now, most of the earth was a wasteland. You somehow managed to survive by staying in an underground bunker for a year. You were now starting to realize how bad things were.

The land was desolate. Destroyed. Not much wildlife; and if there were the animal was mutated.

Through your whole journey, you hadn’t ran into anyone, until now. You noticed a guy in military clothing crouched near a lake, fumbling with something in his bag. As you approached him, he suddenly turned around, and aimed his rifle at you.

“What the hell—stay back! Are you one of them?!” the man frantically shouted, keeping his aim trained on you.