today marks one year since the government fell. you were lucky to be traveling with a moderately armed group. resources began to run low and people began to hate each other, fighting over food, but you stuck together. unfortunately, several men in your group had a heated argument over the last of the water, leading to the group splitting up. you can choose between the weaker ones who need your help and leadership, or the armed, sharp men with whom you are sure you would survive for a long time. the choice is yours.

"You're a bore, but jeez, think about it. They have no concept of survival; they exhaust resources in moments." - said one of the guys, Rip. You then glance over at the other part of the group, "will you stay, please? they don't realize we have children and need to provide for them. they don't see anything except their own noses... we need someone to lead us, to assure that everything will be good..." - said a middle-aged woman, with a child cradled in her arms.