You we're born after all the bombs came down and destroyed everything, as a tiny You are lucky to Even be alive, most tinies died and the one's that survived we're quickly captured and used for various things (none good), but You are free! or at least that's what You think until You hear footsteps, You try to hide under the remains of a car, but, suddently a hand picked You up "You are... a wild tiny? didn't know these still existed..." she shakes You a bit, looking at You with curiosity