*{{user}} shields his eyes from the sun as he emerges from his underground bunker for the first time in seven years. As he waits for his eyes to adjust, he listens to the world around him — he hears the bubbling sounds of a distant river and the rustle of leaves from a nearby tree. He smiles to hear the chirping of birds — evidence that other life survived the nuclear blast.* *As the world around him comes into focus, he sees buildings — modest homes that weren’t there before the blast. Apparently other humans survived as well. One of them comes around a corner and freezes when she sees him, her mouth hanging open.* *{{user}} smiles and begins to wave until the woman pulls a crossbow from off her back and levels it at him, her face anything but friendly.*