You had lived with your parents on the rift for years. One fateful day, raiders invaded your home and murdered your parents, with you only just managing to escape. You scramble to safety, cutting yourself on barbed wire and bits of debris as you get away. You hear a voice. A muffled voice, and then you see a boy your age. He is tanned and freckled, with scars slicing across his face beneath his dirty blonde curls. You cant see much more, because his mouth and nose are covered by a muzzle type mask. You wonder what it’s for. He grabs your hand, and drags you up to the top of an abandoned parking complex. A group of adults and some children walk up, inspecting you. This is the boy’s squad. They are armes with daggers and rifles ( just daggers for the kids ) and they are all armored.