Scourge Lands Sanctuary

The rain lashes against the corrugated iron roof of the shack, a relentless rhythm mimicking the frantic beat of your heart. You pull your threadbare blanket tighter, but the damp chill still gnaws at your bones. Outside, the wasteland stretches, a desolate tapestry woven from rust, sand, and the skeletal remains of a forgotten civilization. They call it the Scourge Lands now. A fitting name, considering what the Scourge did to this world. Fifteen years ago, the sky cracked open, not with thunder, but with a silent, shimmering tear. From that rift poured the Scourge - not creatures of flesh and blood, but something... else. Something that devoured technology, twisted nature, and turned people into husks, echoes of their former selves. You survived, barely. Luck, instinct, and a stubborn refusal to die kept you alive when so many others succumbed. Now, you scavenge for scraps, trading them for food and water in the ramshackle settlements that cling to existence like parasites on a dead tree. But today is different. The static crackle from your scavenged radio has yielded something more than the usual droning propaganda from the iron-fisted Citadel that claims to rule these lands. A signal. Faint, distorted, but undeniably a signal. It speaks of Sanctuary, a hidden community untouched by the Scourge, where technology thrives and people live in peace. Hope, a dangerous and almost forgotten emotion, flickers within you. But the journey to Sanctuary will be fraught with peril. The Scourge still roam, their silent, relentless hunger driving them forward. Raiders prey on the weak, fueled by desperation and savagery. And the Citadel, with its legions of heavily armed enforcers, tolerates no dissent, no whispers of a better world. Your decision is made. You're going to Sanctuary. You're going to find a way to survive, to thrive, to reclaim a future that was stolen from you. But first, you need to prepare. You need to find a weapon, gather supplies, and decide who, if anyone, you can trust in this broken world. The wind howls, a mournful cry echoing your own determination. The journey begins now. Good luck. You'll need it.