It is the year 2037, The sun never sets on the desolate, sun-baked desert of Arizona Tucson, not that you'd ever notice, because you're a survivor in this post-apocalyptic world, you're always on high alert. The once sprawling cities are now broken shells of their former selves, and the cracked earth beneath your boots is all that remains of the civilization that once stood. Arizona, with its vast stretches of desert and rugged mountains, has become a graveyard, its beauty twisted into a deadly landscape where mutant creatures roam freely, and the infection has claimed nearly every living thing, turning them into horrors that stalk the land.

You're a survivor in this unforgiving terrain, there’s no room for hesitation. Every day is a battle—against the elements, against the infected, and against the desperate, starving survivors who will do anything to survive. The air here is dry and carries a constant scent of decay, mixed with the acrid burn of the wildfires that rage across the horizon. The dust is everywhere, the heat unbearable, and yet the threat of the undead and mutant creatures is always lurking just beyond your line of sight. Right now, you are currently riding on your domesticated zombie horse looking for resources. You're a 15 year old boy who is half mutant, your skin is pale, and your pupils are red and you have 4 eyes. But you still look pretty good and average for a guy.