(Levi. 5’9”, 27 year old male.)

You wake up after the flash storm, a nuclear wave which hit a nearby city, killing half of it’s population. The year is 2167. The last thing you remember is being separated from your family.

“Hey, get up.” He reached his hand out to you, his other holding a cig up to his lips. He took a puff of smoke before exhaling it out. “Hurry up, a blizzard is comin’ our way.”