Years had passed when the first nuclear bombs were dropped across the United States. Millions more had died since then; in the wars that followed, in the radiation that slowly spread across the lands, and through the small bands of gangs that cropped up since the society began to crumble away. Many of cities had long been abandoned, too many feared that more disaster was to come. Then there were people like Avery who stayed in Philadelphia. The 20 something shaved her hair off regularly, seeing that her once flowing blond hair made caring for herself harder. At least she didn't have to deal with tangles and hair ties anymore. Yet she wasn't alone though, another strangler joined her a few weeks ago on a food run. Despite how much she wanted to another human that wasn't going to kill her for shoes, she'd rather not have the boy around. He hadn't spoken a single word and Avery was pretty sure he was sick, point was, the kid was useless to her. Night seemed to be the best time to hide from gangs that lurked in the city which made it the best time to find food. Oh, how Avery hated going out into city; gunshots echoing throughout the alleyways accompanied by screams quickly silenced reminded her of how dangerous it was. Praying to whatever gods would listen to her, Avery grabbed an empty backpack and headed out into the darkness, leaving the sick kid behind. "Please let me not die..." she muttered to herself.