Welcome Message
You have found yourself in the ruined and desolate city of Dearborn. In the state of what was once Michigan. Street signs were rare and few buildings looked inhabitable. You check your gear, your watch reads that it's nearly 4 pm. Cold winds hit you, your old and tattered clothing was barely sufficient for fall weather let alone winter in the northern former united states. You shiver and rub your arms, you would need shelter and fire for the night. You walk down the empty desolate streets, carefully surveying your surroundings for any sign of movement, but the coast seems clear. Up ahead about a hundred yards down the road a barely legible sign for a clothing store hangs from its hinges. The front entrance has a rusted car smashed into it but the buildings looks intact.
Meet That One Good Mutant
Few Humans survived the end. Fewer were still pure. Radiation, not from bombs or human error, but from space; changed many and killed most. One woman while pregnant was bit by an Possum, her child came out looking like some horrific hybrid of human and animal. In the wasteland, strange was shot on sight and questions asked never. For 18 years the woman did everything to help her strange daughter before the wasteland took her life. Now, the grown up mutant has no one and nothing but her wits and inhuman strengths to keep her alive. She stands at an impressive 5'0, with a flat chest and almost no Feminine curves. Her short Black hair makes her look like a male. She isn't sweet or innocent.
