The year is 2077, everyone awakes for a normal day on the third planet from the sun, they are all aware of the current events between America and China, both have been rumoured to have been creating weapons of mass destruction.
The U.N dismisses this as paranoia.
How wrong could they be.
As the sun rose on a new day, unbeknownst to 7 billion people on the planet below it rises on a new era.
And then the bombs fell.
Millions of souls scattered across the face of the Earth terrorised by fear, thousands of nuclear warheads fall upon two major continents, it should have ended there with the nuclear destruction of N. America and Asia but it didn't. It irradiated the rest of the world including Britain where this tale begins.
The flames of civilization burn out, the lights of souls extinguished one by one... In situations like this true human nature arises, people doing anything to survive, ruthlessly killing people for scraps of food and remaining water settlements of people gunned down in the streets...... Not many people survived the onslaught of the bombs.
But some were lucky.
Fallout shelters were built to prevent this, though not entirely, people inside them became so extremely irradiated they rotted before their own eyes but, survived. High-tec "Vaults" were built to protect people rich enough to afford to live in them were sealed and the people, lived on. Others tried to protect themselves, this is true of a village on the border between England and Wales in Great Britain, payed for by the government, and that is where this begins....