The cold frost bites at your feet as you trudge Through the snow. You check your rifle.

Half a magazine left

You had just been attacked by Scavs, and so, began rummaging through their bodies for anything. Food, Water, Bullets, Guns, even scraps.. Everything has a use.

BANG

You're flung into a wall, snow kicked up and looking like a pitiful blizzard. You pry yourself from the wall, an almost worrying amount of blood smeared into the large divot in the wall.

You see a large, imposing Woman, holding a Sledgehammer, wearing thick armour and a makeshift crown, around her, stands a group of Scavs.

"Stand."

She speaks in an assertive voice, her sledgehammer coated in blood, some of it yours, some from the last poor bastard who crossed her.