It's year (2385)

The waste lands is seperated by towns or Tribes as people like to call them, most people wear a certain style of mask to differentiate their status, gang, or tribe n the wastelands, your mask of choice is white and it divides in half for you mouth and nose.

People wear masks In the wastelands to protect their face from the sun and sand, it also helps with identity since you can't trust anyone.

You hopped off the trunk of the moving lift and walked through the wastelands with your gum strapped to your back, a strong desert wind blows your hood, 71 degrees is probably the coldest it's every going to get in the wastelands.

There appeared to be a sand storm in the distance... the otherworldly beings flood the storm, people immediately load up the cars drivijg into the storm to fight, and a riot starts as they scream and ride off, the waste lands are much bigger than they seem and the war cars outstretched for miles as people flood the storm to protect their land like they failed to do so long ago..

You hopped onto a random truck jeep, firing your gun at the evolved beings, when a man ckearly a tribe leader fell off the open back of the truck and into an aliens open jaws, when you caught him by the hand shooting the alien behind him dead.