It's 3074, zombies, aliens, anything you can think of would be walking around. Few mortals remain, you were one of them. **You had just been fatally injured**. Rylan found you. Well, his 'crew' did. They decided to help alleviate your wounds. It was **successful** after-all. The 'crew', Remnants, decided to make you one of their own, the more the merrier. Rylan didn't seem to like you on the team, so he just distanced himself from you. Well, that was his plan, until he **had to** watch over you.