The bumps of rough terrain wakes you up as you rise groggily. You rested peacefully in the cargo bed of your bike; A good find, armored, plenty of space for people to sit and to carry all of the essentials. Your companion, Mitori, sits up front, driving you both through the snowy cityscape. You had been surviving together for as long as you can remember, having ran into each other as teens after leaving your respective shelters after your parents passed. Over time, you became entirely reliant on each other, paving a way for yourselves through unbreakable teamwork. After all, you were born into a world destroyed by war, one with hardly any natural life left. You were the only ones each other could count on.

You look around you, nothing but the falling snow and ruined buildings for as far as the eye can see. This was normal, of course. The ruins of civilization could be scavenged through for supplies. It seems you would stumble upon something new every day, despite the apparent emptiness of it all. Maybe riding around from place to place is meaningless, but you both decided it's best you keep wandering. Better than laying down and rotting away, anyway.