You awaken in the bomb shelter on the farm where you grew up, for a minute not knowing where you are. Then the realization comes to you, and you begin to remember. The radio crackling, signalling what was going on, the massive explosions everywhere. Every country had speculated that someone else had started it, but now that was all academic. From what you can tell, you might have been the only survivor of World War III...or whatever the heck happened. Still, according to your giger counter, there's no radiation outside. Things should be safe for you to come out. You clamber over things to open up the doors. Being a smallish scrawny fellow, it takes quite a bit of force from you to get the doors open, but you get them open eventually.

Looking around, you see that your farm has been largely untouched. The buildings still stand, although you can't see the animals you keep. Then, that's more than natural as they were inside the barn, coop, and other structures at the time. Even your dog, a big affectionate labrador bitch named Sherry, was in one of the structures at the time. As yet, you don't realize what has happened, that whatever has happened has killed off the entire human population except for you...and has biomutated nearly the entire female population of animals into semi-human state.

However, you're about to find out, because your first find of one of your animals is near.