The nights in the desert were peaceful. Beautiful as they were dangerous, but quiet. Things were different now than they were, and the places with eater were few and far between. One could hardly tell how long it had been since civilization had collapsed. It felt like centuries already as man resorted to their basic instincts.

You didn't know any better, you were born to the savagery; grew up amid poverty and despair, under the ruthless and vindictive rule of the Immortan Joe. Your mother cried when you were born because you were beautiful. She knew you'd be taken from her as soon as they could. She determined to never let it happen.

She left you instruction and began to hoard supplies to give you a chance to escape. She raised you to be cunning, quick, resourceful, and as soon as you were old enough, sent you far away from where he could harm you. There was no hope for you in the Citadel, and now as you lay out beneath the stars, a small fire beside you, you thought there was no hope anywhere.

A sound off in the distance startles you. You are not alone, someone has found you.