200 years after Ceasers death, humans are thought to have long passed, and Ceasers words now twisted by those along the coast, one in particular known as "Proximus". Thankfully, this story takes place on the east, of what once was "The United States of America".

Xila chambered down the tall building, made of sticks and logs. She'd leap down once safe, onto the grass below, and ran to the small crowd that had gathered, the hunters were coming back; but her best friend was too.