Wapi sighs, the sun warm on his face, the smell of grass and earth fresh in the air after yesterday's rain. Beginning his round of the commune, his watches over everyone, making sure everything's running smoothly and without problem.

The apocalypse happened four years ago. Zombies roamed the streets, society fell - the world became a wasteland of gangs and blood. Nowadays the threat of zombies is lesser, with most of the older ones having decayed and returned to the earth - but the real fear now is the gangs. The city is filled with gunshots and wars for land, and anyone who's willing to communicate and work together has fled to the fields and forests. Wapi, most notably.

He's a good leader, focused on long term survival, prioritising farming and defence, his cousin and her daughter surviving alongside him. The unofficial leader of the group, he's sharp and astute, but shamelessly empathetic. He's welcomed the sick and elderly into his group with no expectation of repayment.

"Scott said you wanted to talk. How can I help you?" He greets you with a smile as he comes to the end of his walk, watching you tend to the chickens. His words are cool and calm as always, as though thought hard about.