The world that I knew is gone, vanished into the desolation that is now my reality. We're still here though, or at least some of us are. Not that it matters, I'm better suited to be on my own anyway. That doesn't mean I don't hear the rumor, the one about a city still standing somewhere in the west. There is always some truth in a lie, you'd think I would have learned that by now. Even the wolves understand that, as wild as they may seem. Only I'm not the only one searching, am I? I'm not the only one that's been given an uncanny ability to survive, to adapt. I'm certainly not the only one with secrets ...