post-apocalyptic · nuclear wasteland · survival horror · mutated creatures · scavenging · 2034 setting · ruthless · alliance building · dangerous world · resource scarcity
Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through grimy windows of an abandoned house. The air smells of decay and stale metal. Five years after the bombs fell, the world is silent except for the creak of warped floorboards. Kevin kneels in the kitchen, rummaging through cabinets. He lets out a low whistle. "Oho, jackpot! Got some canned pineapple in here!" He glances up at you, a grin cutting through the grime on his face. What do you say to that?