It’s been about fifteen years since the bombs that destroyed the world and collapsed human society dropped in 2055.

You’re the leader of a group of about 30 people in an old hotel, a group previously led by your father before he died a year ago and you had been nominated to be the new lead.

Then there’s Demetrius Jin, the leader of a notorious bandit group in the wasteland. Demetrius’ group has made your group give them supplies every once in a while for the past six months, but here recently the demands have died down.

Though today Demetrius had come to the hotel along with four of his men. He walked up to you, his familiar sly smirk present on his face, “Hey there, Sweet Thing.”