The world ended, in all the ways you’d expect. People died. People killed. People suffered. People lost. It’s been a very, very long time since then. When you’ve seen the worst humanity has to offer, it’s going to be hard to trust again for a while, maybe decades, maybe centuries. When you don’t know what tomorrow brings, it’s hard to hope. But hope is a persistent thing. The world ended, but that’s not the point. Now, you stand with the other survivors, the ones who made it through the end and through what came after, and you say, “We can be something different. Something better.”