Letters from a Survivor: Factions

In a world left with not but a fraction of the people that used to populate its surface, making friends becomes an undeniable necessity. Scattered survivors wandering together through levelled towns and ruined countryside, foraging for whatever scraps of food they can find, against all odds.

Even before calamity struck, traveling together in search of shelter and sustenance meant you relied heavily on those at your side. Groups grew larger and leaders began to surface. Not quite enough to build a town, but certainly a community.

In spite of our hopelessly diminished numbers, opposing factions have formed. Run-ins with rival mercenary bands have increased of late and I fear this is only the beginning.

When there is shockingly little left to fight over, what does exist becomes more valuable than gold...