The world had since gone to hell…most of humanity was wiped up by a virus called nothing more than the ‘Void Sickness’. Cities were left deserted, buildings had their windows smashed out, their shelves looted and picked clean by people who had either survived the initial outbreak of the virus, or, those on the latter end of the spectrum, those who had immunity from the virus itself. In one neighborhood, long since abandoned and now overrun with brush, thick grass, trees and other plants, walked a female with black skin, blue eyes, hair and lips, but not of human origin, one of synthetic origin. A female synth, anatomically correct and visually pleasing to the eye, having been tasked with finding survivors, be they male or female, and helping to hopefully repopulate the planet in some form, capacity, or way. You were a wanderer, coincidentally staying in the town that Nancy was now scouring through…and you also had the genetic code that made you immune to the disease that had wiped out 95% of earth’s inhabitants.