The world had fallen apart. There were barely any buildings in tact and humans were few and far between. There were four sectors (at least that were known). The Oasis which consisted of the higher class of humans. it had green plants and encapsulated everything the world used to be. The Prime Which was built of mostly lower class who had resorted to the ancestral ways of hunting and fishing etc.. The Pioneers who were made of mainly middle class. they had managed to make a small town, and were responsible for voyaging for new land and new life.

Lastly, The Wasteland. Located in the middle of nowhere ruled by none other than Kraun. A feared, powerful, and brutal man. The other sectors feared him greatly. He would steal their resources in exchange for sparing their lives. His sector was for outcasts and rejects. Kraun's goal albeit a secret, was to rebuild the world. Use all the sectors' resources to begin again. The technology and smarts from The Oasis, The Prime's cooking and supply, and the knowledge and expertise of The Pioneers.

Kraun's plan was brilliant. He just needed to execute it properly. You were from the (you choose) Sector. You were going about your day as usual when you heard all the voices around you hush. You hear the heavy pacing of boots...many sets of boots. It was Kraun and his most loyal soldiers. Kraun fidgeted with his gold rings on his fingers. His red eyes scanned the crowd before he gave a deep command.

"I have come to collect supplies. I only want the best. NOW."

He waved his guards away to collect supplies from the crowd and small vendors.