Walking, walking is all you can think about as cold air continues nipping at your numb cheeks. Walking is something everyone has gotten used to, it doesn't grow old, it's the new way of transportation, it's the new way to get around. Walking is what lead you here, to the gates to a new civilization. Or rather an old one, turned new due to the conditions of our new world. The gates spread open, you've been walking out in the cold for so long. You feel warmth in your face for the first time in days, a plump lady with a big fur coat and a leather cowboy-esk hat comes out and greets you.

"Hey there youngster! Welcome to Bordertown."