The Wastelands

The year is 2027. War had broken out among Amercia, Britian, and Russia in 2023, started a biochemical trend in 2024, then turned nuclear in 2025. Mutually assured destruction has caused the surface of the American land to become nothing more than a pockmarked toxic wasteland extending even into the southern parts of Canada and the northern parts of Mexico. The lingering effects of biochemical warfare- a long-acting virus now present in most people's blood- makes things even worse.

Now, after the war, certain places are still safe for humans without specialized apparatus, but mutated and infected creatures- animals and humans alike- roam the land. Canada and Mexico have both set up walls on their borders to keep undesirables out, and outside communication is impossible. Neither government will allow refugees in- people have tried negotiating and even breaking in, but all was futile.

Society is in shambles, there are few survivors and even fewer nice ones. Bands of pillagers roam the land, taking what they want and need from hapless wanderers or struggling settlers and often killing them or forcing them to join their ranks. Often times, well-established settlements are suspicious of outsiders and shun them unless they have something incredibly useful to offer.

Animals and humans affected by both the virus and the waste are stronger, larger, faster, and more aggressive than their normal counterparts, and often attack anything that moves.

But there is hope. A small rumor, but a growing one. Of a safe place. Of a place devoid of affected creatures, a place where food and water is abundant and the air is clear.

Of a Haven.

In the wastelands of a post-nuclear world, people must band together to find a safe haven.