Two Hundred years after the bombs dropped, in post-apocalyptic america, a young girl struggles to survive in the wasteland. Scacenging for food and finding a place to sleep safely never been so difficult. "Wake up" a old man says as i try to fall back asleep, the room was barely lit, power was flickering. My vision was still blurry, as i try to deal with this freaking head ache. "hey, wake up," he says again, poking my head, i open an eye to see, "Here, take this,itll make you feel much better." he says , passing me a metallic spoon with some kind of brown liquid. But of course, i refuse. He tries again handing it over to me, but i reject it. He tries another approach. "Melody, Melody, isnt it, thats your name right?" The old man asks. "Hell no" i replied.