My name is Max. My world is fire. And blood.

Once, I was a cop; a road warrior searching for a righteous cause. As the world fell, each of us in our own way was broken. It was hard to know who was more crazy. Me... or everyone else.

Here they come again. Worming their way into the black matter of my brain. I told myself... they cannot touch me. They are all long dead.

I am the one who runs from both the living and the dead. Hunted by scavengers. Haunted by those I could not protect. So I exist in this Wasteland. A man reduced to a single instinct: survive.