Prologue

Dan walked through the streets he once knew so well, he hardly recognised them any more. They were cracked and broken, covered in flaming cars and graffiti everywhere. He sighed, biting back the tears. He and all the other children had been evacuated and returned to this, wreckage. After the virus things had seemed to reverse. Years of hard work and evolution unravelled and sent all of them back to the dark ages. Where they roamed the streets in "Tribes" trying to kill each other and obtain power.

Well, Dan thought to himself, they're welcome to their power over this tip. A few months ago and he might have joined them, bully his way to the top like he'd used to in school, but, so much had changed and he didn't have the spirit to cause anymore chaos.

A whimper sounded from his side and he looked down at his trusty mutt, Dragoon. A loyal German Sheppard he'd used to intimidate others, though he knew Dragoon wouldn't hurt a fly. They'd run away from this madness and the disease a while back, but, Danny was done with running, he wanted to face what had happened; no matter how much he hated it. He had abandoned so much and tried to leave it all behind, but, he couldn't. This was the world now.

He gently patted his faithful companion's head and they carried on into the darkness of the city he'd once called home.