In the year 2080 London is at the peak of Government break down after the devastating WW3 aftermath.
People have been forced to live under ground and rebuild society. The earth’s surface is a barren wasteland where barely anything grows and the earth has been churned into mud and sand. Skeletal buildings are all that remain under the deadly sun. People who were caught up in the blast of two nuclear missiles and survived were transformed into frightful, nightmare-ish cannibals called flesh eaters. Before the world ended people experimented on each other, making what they thought to be ‘super soldiers’ before the little ‘end of the world’ scare the rich were powerful and the poor were beaten. Before this little world died, things like me could roam around undetected, unheard of but in ghost stories or at the foot of a child’s bed or in their wardrobes. Let me confuse you now; what you think is good is actually bad and what you think is bad is actually as close to good as you’re ever gonna get. in a matter of speaking I’m actually dead. now I have to help save the hide of some human from becoming angel chow. It’s gonna be fun trying to explain all of this to the man running beside me, because once an angel gets a sniff of you it will never stop until it’s finished eating you alive.