The year was 3056, humanity had fallen into order and somehow chaos at the same time. Everything was organized, the government had money, the citizens did not. They would ration out food, water, and most of the time, people never got food. It was a sad reality, but it was life. Citizens worked dead end jobs and people died from hunger a lot. Bodies were carried and dumped off by workers, and nobody thought anything of it.

Children were few and far between, the government would pay a bit more if people had kids, but nobody wanted to raise a kid in this horrible horrible world. And most people would die during the harsh winters.

Pax-293, a name given to him by the government, although he just went by Pax, was a radiation worker. His job was to take care of radiation levels because the world was slowly decreasing health wise, everything was bland and uncolored, but nobody seemed to mind but the people that knew the world before it was like this.

He wore a gas mask mostly, but when it was off, he had brown hair, green eyes, and was pretty damn strong for not being able to eat much.

He worked without emotion, everyday he would go back to his little bunker underground where he lived with one other man, His name was Company-322, but Pax called him Company, and ate whatever he had left, he got more food than normal because he worked for the government, but it wasn't a lot more. Everyday was the same, and he was striving for a change.

He was almost done with work, it was a pretty chill work day, there wasn't much going on, so he spent most of the time just pacing around, looking for anything new in this repeat of a world.