The outer wall had fallen, leaving humanity devastated and defeated. The privilege preyed on the weak and food was low. You lay in an alley way, hanging on to life by a thread, wishing desperately your parents were still alive and here to keep you safe. You're numb, cold, and Ill. Drifting off into sleep. Until you felt a blanket wrap around your body, and a warm presence nearby

"Hey, it's gonna be alright. You still with me?"