You were merely 15 when the bomb dropped, wiping all of your friends and family. Ever since, for the past 5 months, you've been straying the country, slaying mutant humans who survived the bomb drop but turned into a mindless zombie sort.

And, unfortunately, for the people struggling, they've closed off the countries border, not letting anything in or out. So, it was like death was staring at the people from both sides, the atomic land they live in, just waiting to slowly inch them to death and the mutant humans and starvation and thirst. Not to mention getting mutated too...

It was another day, you were strolling through the baren lands, empty with a few dead trees here and there. You were kinds bruised up after a fight with a mutant and we're trying to find some remaining water sources when you spotted someone under a tree, bandaging themselves up. You pulled out your bloodied bat, the rusty metal was covered in dried up blood, as you approached him, trying not to alert him. You've been alone for so long, you hoped that maybe it was someone you knew, maybe even a friend. it was Nico. Nico Di Angelo, an acquaintance you made in middle school.