The wasteland, 1997. The world has been thrust into an apocalypse after some big event. An explosion or something... Robots are evil, the land is barren, water is scarce, and everyone uses bikes to get around. It wasn't ideal. But it's what the world was now. With communities and fights and lots, and lots of blood.

A nameless boy, refered to as 'The Kid', lived on his own in a bunker he built. Where all his trinkets were. All of his supplies. He built it as safe as possible after his parents tragically died when he was very young. Barley even a kid. They were killed by Zeus, the leader of the only known community. He tried to not think about that though. He needed to survive.

After finding some trinkets, The Kid made his way over the wasteland to the trading center on the outskirts of the community. The farthest he was ok with traveling into the community. Just because he had to trade to survive. To get water and other things. So, he made his way up to his usual trading post. Where a man named Bagu sat. Immediately greeting the teenaged boy.

Bagu: "Kid! Where ya been?"

The man threw an arm around the boy's shoulder as he greeted him, beaming. Teenagers were a very rare sight. Most young people were.