Mike (Moose) Lachlan

'Declare this an emergency

Come on and spread a sense of urgency

And pull us through'

2074, the world fell. Nuclear war hit and, with it, so did mutations. People fell but rose again, grotesque and defiled by the radiation pumped into the atmosphere. Humanity was shoved underground. When they arose again, their dwindling numbers reaching back for the light of the sun, the world had changed.

Zombies ran rampant, though not the tattered remains of the dead. Instead they were mutated, only a rough hint of their past humanity left in their forms.

Scavenging became a way of life, as did trade. Cars, bikes, trucks - valuable commodities. Human beings - more valuable. The majority retreated back into the confines of the earth, safe in their underground cities.

Some remained above.

Some cities 'survived' with small outcrops of humans living amongst them in small factions.

Mike (Moose) Lachlan belonged to one such faction - New Haven.

Dedicated to survival and little more, New Haven became one of the very few benevolent factions out there. Instead of grasping for what others had and taking it by force, they survived by scavenging and trading with others.

He was as content as one could be in an apocalypse. He had his home in the middle of The Mopes, a run-down but fortified hotel. He had his people. He was surviving.

Then he found someone new.

Moose unmasked.

New Haven members.

Different factions

Different 'species' of zombies.