It was another morning for young survivor, Emily Amberfang. She was, as always, scavenging for food. Water was something she had plenty of, having access to a working tap. But food she struggled for.
Unbeknownst to her she was being watched, a silhouette standing high above her. Silently he watched the entire city. And silently he plotted.
Emily's tribe was a group of outcasts come together, this new world had safety in numbers, and barricades helped too, of course.
She soon was on her way home, having found a weeks-worth of food. But now, she would be, and was, a target.