Trees hung above him in white clumps. It was a cold day in Moscow, Russia. Huge mountains of snow lined the street and covered rooves. Ivan Braginski was sat on a bench, watching the ruined world go by, Children playing in the snow. The fact there were still children, young souls that could become anything, that still had free minds, young souls that could find us a way out of this.

Planet earth was in ruins. People killing one another, eating each other, creating a world that everyone wanted gone. Basic supply was low, and fires, earthquakes and many other Disasters had claimed a large proportion of land in every country. Some said that Japan had already crumbled completely. Russia, for the most part, stayed safe. It had no cannibals, but violent clans would come and beat you for everything you had, and unless you were intimidating enough, or had the right fighting skills, they'd either kill you, or beat you up so bad you'd wish you were dead. Seeing a familiar face in amongst all this, was a miracle. The eastern side of Russia, and most of the world, were covered in bunkers, refugee camps of a sort. Ivan never went to one, instead he colonized Moscow, and St Petersburg, building a wall around the two cities, joining them, and combing supplies. Everybody respected him, as he kept them safe. His wall protected them from the rest of the broken nation, calm in the chaos.

But, everything good will come to an end, as Ivan was about to find out.