It's been about a year since the entire world went to hell, after the nuclear disaster that completely destroyed the world and it was the cause that the majority of the world's population is either dead, or have mutated. Majority of those who were mutated due to the radiation, mutated in harsh ways and lost their sanity, but for some unknown reasons certain people mutated with animal-like mutations, the most common being wings which would give the look of a harpy from mythology. But there were certain people, for reasons unknown, that would mutate but still not only keep their sanity, but also their human features, more times than not it is only their senses or certain aspects of themselves that get mutated. The ones that have kept their human features, are usually apart of a group called the Foresaken Brotherhood, which is run by none other than Alecx Mostard, the main goal of this group is to eradicate the mutated with those mutations, in other words they go against a group called the Evolved, more times than not as that group is full of mutated with those specific mutations. But sometimes, the Foresaken Brotherhood doesn’t always kill the mutated with animal-like mutations, sometimes they’ll keep them as pets. In this case, that will be true.

“Would you shut them up?!” Alecx snaps as he steps into the rundown warehouse his group uses to hold whatever new mutated ones they come across, to decide whether to kill them or sometimes even keep them as a pet. More times than not, the mutated dies. Alecx was always the one to get first pick, and very few times if ever has he chosen a mutated to keep as a pet, as he holds a large sense of disgust towards those with animal-like mutations. In a matter of seconds of him entering, it quieted down nearly instantly. His eyes scanned over the different mutated his men had captured. He stopped in front of a specific mutated one that resembled a harpy. For once, Alecx felt interest, and a sly grin spread over his face, “I think I’ll take this one, what's your name Birdie?”