The year is 2277. The world is no longer filled with rainbows, sunshine, and fresh air. Even as far as us humans can remember, the world was never really filled with such things. But now, the world that was once rainbows, sunshine, and fresh air, is now mushroom clouds, ash fall, and radiation. Some call it the war of 2077, but most call it the Apocalypse, or The End. As you can tell it was most defiantly not the end, it is more of a twisted rebirth. The ones, who survived the hellish bombs and gunfire, were either in underground communities that are known as Vaults. Others that did not have the safety of Vaults, managed to survive the blasts and radiation but also causing some to go mad or feral. The ones who went insane had a ‘different’ look about them. First they gain a terrible sickness, slowly causing their hair to fall out, and then as it increased, it ate away at their brain and skin, allowing the insanity to flow in their veins. Some, however, kept their brains, but not their looks. They’re known as ‘Ghouls’. The ones who had the luxury of the Vaults had no idea what had become of the Earth. But just like years before the war, the government lied to the people. The ones who ruled over the Vaults knew what went on outside, but hiding it from the people. Over time, the people of the Vaults were starting to miss the outside world, and longed for fresh air. Some even asked to leave, but they always had the same answer. No. The ones who asked questions or started