No one survives alone. You either find a group, or die. Many have tried, and all have failed. There were no exceptions. Or so everyone thought.
A plague swept through the land, killing almost everything it touched. Plants, animals, humans. Almost everything was eradicated. Except for a handful of survivors here and there. The land grew back and so did the human race. But the land was wild and deadly, with new strange killer creatures. The humans straggling and dying. With a group for safety, you could live. You either found a band of people or died. That was how it worked. How it always worked. The people lived in fear of the land. Staying in small areas, multiple bands living in close proximity. This caused fighting and even more deaths. It was stick together or die, kill or be killed, every band on their own. That's how it had to be. At least, that's how it was...
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