You live in a dystopian reality in the year 2089, your society had thrown itself into anarchy. increasing levels of crime run rampant with the age of a new deadly disease that mutates whatever contracts it into monsters. You are on the run, a lone wolf trying to find a safe haven to call your own. You wander through deserted fields, the husky corn brushing against you with crackling swishing noises, and your cloak threatening to blow off from the stale winds.