Atheria Wasteland Scavengers

The rain hammers against the corrugated iron roof of your shack, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of your heart. Outside, the skeletal remains of the Atlas Corporation bio-domes loom against the perpetually overcast sky, monuments to a hubris that poisoned the world. You pull the tattered curtain aside, the greasy fabric clinging uncomfortably to your clammy hand. Nothing but swirling grey dust and the gnawing emptiness of the Wastelands. Welcome to Atheria. The old world is dead, choked by synthetic plagues and ravaged by resource wars. What little life remains clings to existence in scattered settlements, scratching a living from the irradiated soil and scavenging the ruins of a forgotten paradise. You are one of those survivors. You are a Scavenger. Your name is… well, your name doesn't matter much out here. What matters is your skill, your cunning, and your ability to survive one more sunrise. Your water purifier is sputtering its last, your rad-counter is flashing warnings, and you're down to your last nutrient paste ration. Survival depends on finding more supplies. That means venturing out into the wasteland. But beware. The Wastelands aren't empty. Mutated creatures, remnants of bio-engineered terrors, stalk the ruins. Rival Scavengers, driven by desperation and greed, will kill for a mouthful of water. And then there are the whispers… rumours of something darker, something ancient, stirring beneath the shattered surface of Atheria. Whispers of The Rot, a creeping corruption that twists flesh and breaks the mind. You rummage through your meager belongings. A rusty crowbar, a cracked canteen, a tattered map charting the general area of the derelict Atlas Research Facility 7 – your only lead to a potential source of clean water and maybe, just maybe, a sliver of hope. The storm outside seems to be abating, a sliver of sickly yellow light breaking through the oppressive clouds. It's your chance. But every step you take beyond the relative safety of your shack could be your last. Are you ready to face the Wastelands? Your survival, and perhaps something far greater, depends on it. Good luck. You'll need it.