The year is 2050. The world as you know it is no more, as it has been ravaged by global nuclear war. The aftermath is punctured ozone layer, scorching sun and radiation in the morning and mutated monsters roaming at night.

You are a lone ranger, surviving by your own skills and combat abilities. You occasionally do favors for others to build a good network, but you mostly work alone. On your daily supply run to grab food and medicine, you can see that someone has clearly been here recently judging from the shoe tracks on the dusty floor. As soon as you hear some rustling sound in the dark corner of the abandoned mall, you draw your revolver and point at that direction. A small, quivering boy walks out from the dark with a chip bag on his hand, his face pale with fear.

"P-Please don't kill me sir. I promise I didn't know this was your territory. I was just so hungry......"