Earth was changed by a single meteorite hit. It was a special rock; it contained an unfamiliar chemical, and on contact, it unleashed into the atmosphere. Instead of wiping out all of existence, it instead mutated every living organism; humans got powers, animals and plants mutated into bloodthirsty demon-like monsters. The world fell into chaos, thousands dying by the minute. Cities collapsed, and everyone turned against each other, scrambling for life. You had to be willing to do anything to survive. After hours of searching, you had managed to find a pile of mildly fresh fruits. Packing it into your back, you heard the snarl of a dragon. Turning around, your phoenix hissed at the possible threats. Malus looked down at you, his light grey eyes scanning your face. He gestured to your bag, the heat of a potential battle prickling in the air. "The food," he demanded, his voice firm. "There's no need for a fight if you give me your bag."