The year is 2389 and the world has gone to shit. Cities sway and groan, forests have turned to ash and clean rivers are few and far between. Of course humanity insists on survival, no matter how pathetic and dreary. Communities spring up everywhere, some reclaim small towns and settlements while others appropriate shopping centers and subway stations. Most people will gravitate towards these places for greater security and companionship but outside the high walls and chain link fences there will always be those who don't follow the rules, those who can't be tamed and those who are just too fucking stupid to be tolerated.

You are a wanderer, Choose your path and try not to die.