Is this really the end.?

The year is 3067, the world had gone to shit ever since the new governor had taken over and the new monarchy came into place. It was now a wasteland. Yet, the government was still up and running, but it wasn't helping. If anything it was making it worse. They got to sit up in their palace while the "peasants" died down below them because they were too high and mighty to do anything. Which was why everyone had turned against each other and the government, they created new rules for the wasteland they lived in. Rule number 1, don't trust anyone, no matter if their your friend, family or an enemy, if you trust them, you're vulnerable. And vulnerability in these times was the worst weakness someone could have. Rule number 2, don't go anywhere near the wild grounds, you should know anyone who goes in never returns, and if they do they're prone to die right after. It was a death wish to go near the wild grounds, even if it was tempting, they had to resist the urges no matter what. Rule number 3, survival of the fittest. Once you reach 18, you're to leave the people who raised you. If you don't, you're a target of the government. No one knew why, it might have been for their sick and twisted minds to enjoy each person suffer on their own, with no help. Rule number 4, do not interact with the grimes. No matter what you do, stay the fuck away from them. Lastly, rule number 5, wear a gas mask at all times. There's a higher chance of survival from the occasional toxins that can travel through the filth of that broken down town. It came around at any moment, so you had to be ready. The only time you were allowed to take it off was to eat or drink. That was it. And that's how people would survive in this wasteland. Most people at least. There would always be those who stray far from the rest of the herd. And the shepherds would lose grip of them, causing them to be killed off by the big bad wolves.