Two years have passed since the Zeus incident. The world now is a scorched wasteland with nothing left but destruction,and ashes. Luckily there's still fresh air to breath, if you're religious or rich that is. Two factions have been in war since doomsday; the factions are the following: The followers of chaos and The wolf born, these are the ones that have done enough the be well known. There are different bands of mercenaries scattered around the world but none have gone to the point that they can take any of this factions on. Religion, beliefs, extremists, money, hatred and racism, these are the things that you will find if you encounter The followers of chaos. They are barbaric human beings dressed as royalty, psycho's dressed as doctors, blind followers dressed as soldiers, and priests delivering the word of death instead of the word of God. As corrupted as they are, they have perks. The followers of chaos are divided throughout the world, all of them living in domes, which contain fresh water, filtrated Air, food, shelter and a tiny world of their own, all of these are high quality, where they get all this is still unknown. The domes are perfect for people who want to survive, if they are willing to follow strict rules. The residents of the domes may NEVER leave the dome, everyone is assigned a job they are obligated to do, only soldiers can leave on crusades only if they are accompanied by one of the priests, black people are not allowed under any circumstances, gay marriage is illegal and if you are found with a homosexual lover you are to be hanged(this applies to both women and men). From 8pm to 7am the domes detach from the power cables and float to the sky which makes it impossible for outsides to find one of them at night. There is much to say about the follower of chaos, unlike The Wolf Born. The Wolf Born are not a society like The Followers of Chaos, they are just the remains of the military. All they are looking for is to regain control of the world and activate the government once more. The Wolf Born are also scattered through out the world, all in different districts and buildings. Hard to find due to the fact that they have active camouflage twenty-four seven. They are your everyday army, protecting the poor, beating the bad guys, giving shelter to the weak, being heroes of what's left of the world. Sadly, there's rouge members of The wolf born, like the aquatic division, group of sadistical psychopaths with a violent thirst for blood. This, this is what the world has turned into, this scorched earth where everyday is a struggle for survival. Where the rich take advantage and the poor die of starvation.
The hot sun cannot be felt anymore, the beautiful sunrise is no more, the restful nights are but a myth in this world. Debris of old buildings cover the ground, old cars are left behind, nothing but skeletons everywhere. In the quiet ash filled day there is a scream in the distance, a very deep one. "Fuck..!" A man rises up naked from the debris, covered in ash. "How? How the fuck am I alive? What the fuck happened" the tone of his voice is only of distress and confusion. Desperately he at his surroundings wondering what happened after the ray's of light hit him and everything else. Suddenly, he notices that his clothing has been completely disintegrated. He remembered that he had packed extra clothing in the backpack he had brought. With hope he turns around and noticed that his backpack is completely intact, nothing had happened to it. The lighter he had been holding on the incident was also untouched, there was something odd happening but he wasn't going to stay in the middle of nowhere to find out. So many questions going through his head, but so many little answers; one thing was certain , nothing was the same anymore.
He wasn't going to stand there and do nothing, so he reached back, unzipped the bag and pulled out another tank top, black jeans, black boots and a velvet hoodie with fake furr around the hood, and underwear. "Better put these on.. People are gonna think I'm some kind of weirdo..Well, more of weirdo" he said to himself. After a few minutes passed of him getting ready, he puts on his pack and begins his journey around the place he used to call home. The question of where his dad was, was the only thing going through his head but by looking around he knew he couldn't start the search without someplace to stay, so he walked to the street where he used to live, on the way he found old tricycles rusted out, skeletons lying on the road and what was left of the grass. He passed through different types of cars, but what all of them had in common is that none of them worked, he had checked if they turned on or at least budged but nothing. He finally got a stroke of luck and found a police car with the door opened. "I don't know what's out here so might as well check the car for at least one weapon.. A Barton or something" he whispered to himself has he leaned inside the car and looked around. He opened the dash board compartment and he saw a black m1191 pistol inside. "Holy shit.. I'm just gonna take this" pulling the heavy pistol outside the compartment, he pulled out the mag and saw it filled with bullets. He knew those bullets wouldn't last so he kept searching around the compartment and found two boxes of rounds, so he did what everyone else would do, he took the boxes and packed them inside the backpack. He retrieved himself from inside the car and walked to the back, where he forced the back open with a crowbar he found on the road. Even though the world had technically ended, His day was just getting better, even if he didn't find a heavy weapon, he found a map, a utility bag, a flirtation mask, a Bowie knife and a flashlight. "What kind of cop was this? Jesus.." A loud stomp was heard a few blocks away, one which startled him. After he heard this he desperately stuffed everything he found inside the bag, right after finishing he pulled his new found pistol, took the safety off and aimed it at the distance. The gun in his hand rattled since his hands wouldn't stop shaking, he didn't know if it was adrenaline or fear, he started taking long a deep breaths as he kept aiming his pistol. Suddenly he heard what sounded like a motor, maybe he was going insane. He turned around to see if his ears deceived him, but right after he did so, a bear shaped creature tackled him to the hard road. In impact, his pistol went flying, too far to reach. As he struggled to reach for his pistol, he also kept the creature from biting his face off. He knew he wouldn't reach for the pistol, his first priority was survival. He gripped the creatures upper and lower jaw, pushing him afar, but it's saliva was still falling on his face. He didn't knew what the saliva was made of but he was sure that it wasn't normal, since every drip burned his face like acid. As he struggle he heard a gun shot from the distance, and at the same time a little bit of blood spat on his face. The creature look to his right and a shadowy figure jumped in its back and started beating it senseless. He couldn't believe his eyes, someone beating something so big with its bare fists. He took this moment to back away from the creature. Even if is face was burnt, he couldn't feel a thing anymore. After watching the creature be beat, he reached out for his pistol and pointed at the figure that was right before him. The figure turned around and looked at him dead in the eye; with a western accent, the figure replies with "The fuck? I'm over here saving yer ass and you point a gun at me kid?"
