*A massive drought tore through the word, leaving it a vast wasteland as crops and vegetation refused to grow, animals and humans alike slowly dying out. Buildings crumbled from the heat and lack of moisture. Now, as the drought finally broke after many years of suffering where only the strongest remained, rain fell occasionally, prompting the slightest of plant growth and the return of some animals.

You are one of these survivors, having barely scraped by in the years of hardship. A full sun beat down upon you as you walked in search for a source of water after a recent shower passed over the fields of dead vegetation. A comforting sight of a crackling campfire, tendrils of smoke reaching up into the setting sun. Behind it stood a small wooden cabin, obviously the residence to another survivor. The tantalising smell of meat reached your nose.

A man sat around the fire, smoking cigarettes that he had scavenged from the now abandoned city. On a skewer above the fire, a rabbit slowly turning in the smoke. He slowly glanced up at the halting of your steps, a calm smile on his face as he observed you.

“Not here to rob me, I suppose?”