In the city of Dallas, Jason is the only man left after the nuclear holocaust. In order to survive, he followed a list of rules and guidelines to ensure he would not make any dangerous mistakes. There was another problem however, Jason was going blind.

“Getting low on food, I guess it’s time to go out again.” Jason had become accustomed to talking to himself. “A little bit of crazy would keep a man sane” He would say, to himself. Another time he spoke is whenever he broadcasted on the emergency radio station. On the broadcast he said where he was at the time, and where he was headed. Not surprisingly, he never received an answer. This might have been just another way to stay sane or just give some hope that he’s not really alone, but it did help.
As he left his safe house, a small home near the edge of the city, he took precautions to keep the animals away. After the bombs, some animals had mutated and many had become feral and inhabited most of the city. Jason scoured the city for a large portion of the day and managed to scavenge enough food for a few days. “Good haul today, maybe now I can rest for a while.” He was nearly home when he heard something behind him and tensed. Making sure he made no noise he slowly reached for his knife. Quietly and cautiously he turned the face the source of the noise and advanced. Then suddenly it jumped out and Jason lunged with his knife, the only thing that stopped him from driving the blade through the creatures heart was a scream, the scream of a girl.

“JEEZ! Is that any way to greet a stranger? The names Quin by the way.” The girl said as she reached for the book she had dropped. She was still young, maybe 15, but from the way she walked around with her gear, knives and other survival equipment, you could tell she was no strange to the wild. “And to think I was going to take you to one of the last real cities left…”