Aftermath

When the apocalypse came, it wasn't in the form of a virus. Zombies would've been the least of our worries. No, the government fell, crumbled into ashes, and at that point it was so severely integrated into society that everyone crumbled beside it.
But we're human. We persevere. Through war and famine, in drought stricken lands, we survived. Now, 120 years later, the world is healing. Rising from the ashes like a Phoenix. That's where I come in. I pick up the lost ones, the lonely survivors, and bring them back to the nearest stronghold. I'm known throughout the land as the savior. There's another, one I've worked with on occasion. We, along with others, protect the people.
We stand strong, nameless and faceless, and we will always stand strong.
Even in the Aftermath.