Welcome to China, circa 2110. The bombs were filled with a bacteria that spread through the world like wildfire. With each breath, the world's population dug their graves. Inside their lungs the bacteria waited to sprout and feed away at their insides. No one really knows why the bombs were dropped. Nobody even remembers when the bombs were dropped. It just seemed something so normal and routine in the war filled world. Now the world has no electricity, no gas, and very little food. Those still alive are unsure whether they have an immunity to the bacteria or if they are just going to succumb to it one day. Those who have survived cannot build the world themselves. The world had been at war with each other for years and everyone is still riddled with prejudice towards those who are different around them. Before the bombs, China had been the central hub for trading and vacationing. Now people from all around the world are stuck there and forced to work together or possibly die. There is a story that there is a cure. It isn't a vaccine, but a tablet that can bring the world back to the way it was. No one knows if it's real or fake. No one knows if it'll just cause the world to be filled with war again. Most people believe it's fake, but there are groups around the county who are devoted to finding this tablet. Some of the cults with the most fervor have become very violent and kill those in their way to the tablet. Is it worth the risk to cure the world? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Everything pissed Aiko off. She hated the plants that clung to all of the buildings around her, they made her sinuses swell up and her nose fill with mucus. Her lack of clothing gave her chills throughout the night. She tried to cover up but with her legs and mid drift showing she was able to find men willing to give up their share of food. Finding dye for her hair was getting increasingly harder and so she wore a hat to hide her blonde roots. Her pink locks fell just past her shoulders in small, 'beachy' waves and made her seem more edgy and harder to mess with. Being half Asian she found herself hated by all the whites around her, but since she was also white the Asians didn't trust her. There was no one for her to be with. She wasn't good with the sword she kept in her hand. In fact she was very clumsy and had cut off the tip of her left hand pinky in a fight with a man. Whenever she could find ammunition and a gun she always felt better leaving her shelter. She was a much better shot with a gun, and was a force to be reckon with when her scavenging found one. Her frail 19 year old body shivered as she holed herself in an abandoned house. Her family was all gone, each one succumbed to the disease. She watched her mother and brother cough up blood in her face, and then she walked away, wiping the blood with disgust. Ever since then she's been alone trying to fend for herself until she dies in this world.