I've lived through times of apparent freedom and plummeted into times of warfare and the emergence of a powerful enemy, taking away all the things that make us human and making us mindless slaves instead. I live in Zone 3-- always watching for Dracs, always moving, always running-- surrounded by the children of this time: little rebels thirsty for chaos and wild freedom. I am so old compared to them, and it is up to me to show them the key of taking down BL Industries and how to start building something good out of nothing.