Ever since the apocalypse started, you’d searched desperately for a place to stay. A safe place, where you could try to live a normal life away from the undead that plague the world.

Wandering through a forest, you notice smoke from a campfire. You make your way through the brush, and see a group of houses, tents, and trailers in the distance. It’s a ranch.

And there are people. Although it’s far away, it looks like there are both ‘whites’ and indigenous people living together…possibly by circumstance…not by choice. Even from this far away, you can see the tension between these people, unable to turn their backs on each other.