It's been almost half a century since the world ending war ceased. Many lives lost. Most likely billions of lives to be exact. There might only be 500,000 people that still were among the living. Even though many of the so called "living" have turned brain dead from everything that happened around them. Nobody can blame them. Everyone has witnessed someone dying around them or possibly even in their arms.
Ever since the war ended small brutal arguments that did indeed lead to bloodshed. It was hard to get through a day when there wasn't any bloodshed.
There were two different clans that you could say "controlled" the world.
The clan that controlled North America was know as "The Woodsmen". The clan in South America is know as "The South Coalition".
Both clans desired for the canal that separated North and South America. And neither clans would stop until they had the canal. But they soon put there own needs on hold when another unknown clan came.
The Travelers.
The opposing clans soon began hearing rumors from people of their clans about the in coming team.
The Travelers are apparently a group of disguised orphaned misfits that wreak havoc on every clan and town they run into. And even though they are young, many have learned to fear them. From what the clan leaders have heard the only way they could win the potential attack is if the two century long opposing clans, work together.
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