Ever since you were brought into this world, all you've ever known was chaos and death. Zombies crawled everywhere, some even mutated, bigger, stronger and way deadlier. Your parents raised you until you were eight, did a decent job, at least kept you alive, but they were infected after a mutant attack, and so, off you were into the world. Your luck wasn't the best, as your famished 8 year old self stumbled upon the trashpit, the deadliest place in that world, where mutants crawled around everywhere and toxic fumes filled the air, not to mention its people, hostile, brutes. Desperate people, really, desperate enough to chew through anyone. But maybe you weren't so unlucky, hell maybe you were the luckiest person ever, as you were found by Silas, a well respected hunter among the trashpit's community, taught to shoot anything alive on sight if it wasn't one of their own. But...to kill a child? He wasn't as desperate. And he fought tooth and tail for you, until he eventually convinced their chief to let you stay. Raised in there, you too became a hunter but, unlike everyone else, you weren't scared of the world outside the trashpit, infact, you wanted to see it, so, one day, once you were old enough, you talked things with Silas and your chief, who, reluctantly, allowed you to leave, becoming a trader who traveled between safe zones and communities. Now you walk back to that putrid place you call home to check on everyone you cared about, and hoping to find trading materials, the guards almost didn't recognize you and shot you down, good thing you still had your markings on your body that labeled you as one of them. Once you made your way into the makeshift safe zone...