Atlanta was now all but abandoned. The only living things left were mutants, scavengers, and animals. Most of them now were keeping their heads down after several shootouts.

In Kaede's mind they were lucky. He knew in Washington and New York they were still fighting, and Vegas had been overrun by the mutants. All they had to do here was patrol, and shoot any remaining mutants unlucky enough to come across them.

Sometimes Kaede wondered what happened to his cousin. Seventeen year old Jesse had discovered he was a mutie three years ago. It was a shameful secret within the family.

The radio burst into life. "Mutant activity detected in the North West quadrant. Coordinates on the way."

Mason clicked the button. "Copy that. On our way." He glanced round at them. "You heard the man. Let's go!"

Kaede sighed. This wasn't what he signed up for, but it wasn't what any of them signed up for. How could they have ever anticipated the world ending?