In what used to be grassy plains full of life, the remnants of a small town remain. The grass has dried up and died, now brown and withered. Before it was a simple farming town with modest buildings that have now caved in or are barely able to remain standing. Windows are boraded up and which ones aren't are much to covered with dirt or blood to be seen through anywa. The pavement of the streets has cracked asn crumbled along the edges, the painted yellow lines now barely visible against its faded black surface. It seems to be deserted but surprisingly life some how manages here though it is not the most enjoyable. People simply live. They are often starving and thirsting for water which became scarce quickly. It isn't rare to see some one struggling one day and then finding them on the roadside lifeless the next.