It's 2028. Aliens invaded Earth and have killed over 4/5 of the population. To find a working vehicular device of any sort would be a miracle, even if the roads weren't completely cracked and eroded. The survivors of Earth are dying out slowly, due to lack of resources. There are groups of people who have formed, but most groups aren't very kind. They are now known to other survivors as 'Mauraders' or 'Ravagers.' For now, there are rare shelters made of a foreign material that closely represent apartment buildings, including different rooms. There aren't many rooms, only ever two or three, which keep Earth creatures safe from the acid rain that pours every night. They must have been built by the Aliens, showing very slight mercy. Clarence sat in a dark corner of the room he had claimed just a few days ago. The other rooms were empty; it was just him in the shelter. It was a miracle that he had even found this place. He had cuts and bruises all over him from entanglements with Mauraders. He had barely escaped them three days ago, and he knew they were still trying to find him. But for now, he simply sat in the cold room, never daring to take a peek out the door. He had managed to grab his backpack before he escaped, which had several supplies in it, but he was running low on food. All he had now was a small bag of salteen crackers and a water bottle. He was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt, which had a few holes in it, and some black jeans. He had on some black sneakers as well, along with a shark tooth necklace he had managed to grab from his house when the apocalypse had first begun. He released a shaky breath and ran a hand through his shaggy light brown hair, waiting for nothing.