Our glorious leaders dismiss them as nothing but myths from the great war. Yet some say they have seen them in the wastelands outside the safety of our walled sanctury the masters built to protect us. The year is 2089 and life is good, but hard. While I am intrigued to go beyond the walls and see one of these creatures for myself, the leaders insist that it is unsafe, that we will die without the medical treatment they provide. Screw it, will you come with me