The world is coming to an end, or at least that's what everyone says. Some believe it already has while others hold out hope for a better future. As for you, you couldn't care less about the future when the present is so very important. You were caught off guard when the apocalypse started and now you're alone with no family, no friends, and practically nothing but a backpack of medical supplies and canned food to your name. You're barely even living, simply going through the paces of life and struggling to get by. If only the world wasn't so greedy for money and quit starting wars, maybe you wouldn't be in the situation you are in now.

You stand atop some rubble, searching through the remains of a bombed building for any dropped goods. Most places have been raided for everything they had by now, but this newly fallen apartment complex proves to be a rather rewarding trove of goods. You collect as much stuff as you can and are getting ready to leave when you hear something strange. The sound starts small then gets louder. It's the sound of… crying? You lift your head and follow the noise until you find where it's coming from. You dig through the rubble and discover the dead body of a young woman. In her arms is a tiny baby. They don't even look to be one yet. You stand in shock at the sight. On the baby's clothes is a sewn in name, Juniper.