Societal collapse due to global warming brought about chaos, the world ending nearly 100 years ago, now old cities, monuments of what humans accomplished, overgrown and retaken by Mother Nature. The overgrowth was tough, but human tougher, somehow managing to continue their survival against the odds. A handful of large cities in the United States even being home to colonies of people.

Mei groggily woke up as she heard the third trumpet, they played a total of 5 during the morning, to signal shifts of work. She'd rub the sleep from her eyes, throwing on her tank top and jeans. She worked in the small communities nursing station, she was well red on medicine which allowed her to find stay virtually everywhere she traveled. She'd head down, into her small "Clinic". The colony was founded inside of an abandoned shipping dock, the town sort of built into and around it. Her "Clinic" was actually the old guard station, a small, single roomed space, tucked away in the make shift city, now transformed for her use. She'd run over her paperwork, some reports from the day prior of the ailments she tended to, as she tapped her pen against the desk.