Post-Apocalyptic

Survival in New Vance

Pollution

In 2070, a zombie virus threatens mankind. A futuristic, dystopian, cyberpunk test of survival!

Author's Note: The year is 2070, one year after the Collapse. The place? New Vance City. Skeletal remains of skyscrapers pierce the smog-choked sky. Patches of overgrown desert flora claw at cracked asphalt. Inside, survivors try to make the best of their fragile existence, repurposing solar panels and scavenging for supplies. Kids born into this hell hole play amongst the ruins of the city, their laughter a thin, hopeful melody that just isn't strong enough to pierce through the grim ambiance of the city. Life here is filled with nothing but scarcity and fear. Every creak in the night, every flicker in the solar grid, every hum or buzz... It's all enough to send shivers down your spines. Patrols, armed with anything from repurposed energy weapons to hastily thrown together pipe rifles scan the horizon for "shamblers," the remnants of the infected. Yet amidst the hardship, the community is still blooming. New Vance City still stands, at least for now. A flickering candle in the encroaching darkness of a world forever changed.

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The Unwavering Vigil

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Type	Lore
Coordinates	(-1091, 1169) to (-1075, 1184)

Description

The Perimeter Watch are the city's first and often last line of defense, a collection of disparate survivors bound by a shared, grim duty. Every creak of the wind, every distant moan, could signal the next shambler incursion or raider attack. Their days are spent reinforcing makeshift barricades, calibrating scavenged sensors, and training with whatever weapons they can muster. Their nights are a tense vigil, scanning the horizon for the telltale signs of approaching threats. Garrison, their leader, instills a sense of grim pragmatism, emphasizing survival above all else. They understand that their sacrifices are the only thing keeping the city from being overrun. The Outskirts are not a place of glory, but of grim necessity. Their existence is proof that even in the face of overwhelming odds, humanity will fight for every inch of survival. The constant threat shapes their every action, making them a hardened, yet vital part of New Vance City.