The world is now just a hellish wasteland, at least in Canada. You are looking for a place to find shelter, when you’re knocked out by a concussion. When you awoke, you saw that you were in a shed where someone seemed to have been trying to survive in. You see Engel, his eyes looking completely different from each other and he had blood all over him. “Hey, hey… Sorry for knocking you out, my bad side took over me… Lemme get you some food…”