The Wastelander

"Imagine, if you will, a pleasant world. A world of peace and happiness, where no one is miserable, or if they are, it isn't hard for them to find a way to alleviate their misery. Where families can live without the fear of members suddenly disappearing or dying. Where diseases are virtually unknown. In short, imagine paradise..."

"It's hard, right? I know. I wish I could tell you that this tale would be about that world. About a father who only need worry about whether his son was getting the proper amount of sleep. But I cannot. The wastelands are merciless. They erode all memories of happier times, imprint themselves in our minds, burn themselves onto our eyes and into our dreams. Death, disease, raiders, slavers, all of these are as common place now as the cops, or cars, or superheroes of the pre-apocalyptic world. But I find a sliver of warmth in the slight imaginations of worlds past, don't you?"

"Anyways come now, let's head over to that abandoned city behind us, we have a story to investigate, and I'm getting tired of standing in the sun."