Earth 2142...
Smoldering pillars of smoke, ash, and crippled towers dominate the skyline. The horizon is the color of blood, cars and corpses lay burning in the street, and the sound of soldier's footsteps echo through the city. 95 percent of Earth's population no longer exists; the impact of the last nuclear-war was too great. Anyone that still remains are simply refugees who have only just begun to make their way out of the bomb shelters or remnants from the anthropomorphic troops that stayed to capture and enslave any survivors.
A scruffy looking man wearing tattered clothing and a worn eyepatch swiveled in his chair eyeing a map of the city lying on the table. The lighting was dim and only he and three others sat in the moldy basement.
"That's right..." He began in a low and raspy voice. "Anthropomorphic soldiers.."
One of the younger men wearing slightly more formal clothes turned his attention to the leader.
"Anthropomorphic soldiers, sir?" His voice was light and curious.
"Those things...those robots that are half-human and half-animal in appearance. The things that we were fighting against during the war...though we never really saw them since we were fighting blind with one hand on the trigger and one hand on our eyes."
Another one of the men, fat and bald was looking down at his hands seated on his lap the entire time asked "Why didn't we see it comin', boss?"
"Yeah, O' Donnell, why didn't we see it coming?!" A more energetic and obnoxious rebel questioned. O' Donnell simply scratched his five o' clock shadow and played around with his chair a bit before opening his mouth.
"Well first off we believed what the media told us..."
"N' Second?"
"Secondly the first one...because we were assured that everything was stable within our government nobody got suspicious.." The fat man looked up,
"Mm because nobody went peekin around to see what was up, that way they hit us before we even saw it comin'."
"Precisely, Mr. Scott." Replied the boss as the youngest turned to face him speaking in an english-accent.
"So now we're down here, a lowly group of rebels, searching for a way off the bloody planet with no bloody weapons?!" His voice showed mild panic. O' Donnell just glared down at the map.
"First the city...then the planet.." He looked around the dimly lit room, at the clouds of dust and mildew, then at his crew, then finally back at the map as he pulled a marker out of his coat. "Well.." He began as he traced multiple lines across the map. "I have no doubt in my mind that each and every one of you is wondering how we're going to get out of the city in one piece."
"Aight."
"Quiet, Rat."
"Sorry, Dan." Rat focused down on the map for a second watching what his leader was doing as he lit up a cigarette.
"...Are you fucking with me?" Dan questioned in annoyance.
"Nope, smoke 'em if you got 'em." Rat gave a wink and the other two chuckled a bit.
"Right..." Dan squinted at him before returning to his work.
"What are those lines for?" Asked Scott.
"I'm outlining the subway tunnels. We might not have any weapons but if we stick to the underground we should be able to avoid being seen." Suddenly Dan stopped what he was doing and placed the marker back in his pocket.
"Well I got a knife." The English one added.
"I do too." Rat sheepishly grinned. Dan folded up the map and inserted it into his coat, and as he stood up he looked down at the three, "Knives are useless against robots...you might have been better off bringing a banana peel." The grins wiped off their faces after hearing that. He turned and headed for the metal hatch in the roof and walking up the stairs he turned and noticed they were all still seated. "Well, get up you lazy shits we have work to do."