Nobody really knows what went down. Communications broke down early, so the story goes, so there’s probably bits and pieces of the truth floating around, if you can find them. Lots of bullshit too though. Whatever happened, though, one thing’s clear:
Mother Nature was pissed.
You hear stories about volcanoes and earthquakes and shit. Superstorms that lasted for years. Forests turned to desert overnight by fire or toxic rain. Whole cities swallowed by fissures or buried in ash or just plain bombed into ruins, because when stuff gets scarce people fight over what’s left. Lots of people tried to run; most people didn’t make it. Hard to find a safe place when everything’s gone to hell, I guess. But people did
survive, by stubbornness or divine providence or just plain luck. Now their kids and grandkids - that’s us - sometimes try to rebuild something resembling civilization, but mostly we just try to get by.
Nobody remembers who started calling this place Paradise City, but the name stuck. It’s the bones of an old downtown. Couldn’t tell you which one; the maps stopped making sense a long time ago. A lot of it’s just fields of rubble, but then again a lot of the big buildings are in surprisingly good shape. By which I mean: they won’t keep out the rain, but they won’t fall on your head today either. Probably.
People have cleared the old roads and made new ones, and then put up walls and barricades and shit to keep safe from each other. There’s building material aplenty, so you get little towns that sprung up in the shadows of the old giants, and then you get people who nest in the buildings themselves. Those wrecks are all dangerous in some way or another; but then, so is living on the ground, right within reach of everything from rats to raiders to floods, not to mention the weird stuff.
To the east is the Jungle, or the Green, or “those fucking trees.” Stuff grew back with a vengeance,
apparently. It’s slowly eating the buildings, taking the city back. Real dense in there, gloomy even when the sun’s out. There’s meat, if you’re brave or crazy enough to go get it. Other stuff too, but… look, the Green doesn’t like people. Supposedly there’s mountains on the other side somewhere. Beyond that nobody knows.
To the west is the Strip, basically a stretch of hard-packed dirt a couple of miles wide running up the coast. It makes a passable road, if you want to leave for some reason. I’m not saying it’s great here; I just don’t know what people think they’re gonna find that’s better. Beyond that is what’s left of the ocean. The water’s no good: for one thing, it’s salt; and for another it’s got this gross film on top. Sometimes it turns weird colors for days, weeks at a time. Nothing much lives in there anymore, but junk washes up all the time, particularly after a storm.
I dunno what’s north and south. There’s people, I guess, but what kinda stuff they got I don’t know and I don’t care.
Welcome to Paradise.
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