You can't recall much before the Invasion began. In fairness, most people - the handful that probably remain that is, couldn't. All you remember before the sky came apart and the world got plunged into an unending nightmare is a sudden bright light. Not unlike the sun, but brighter and worse somehow. Much, much worse.

Nowadays, you find yourself sequestered in the ruins of a city, hiding and scavenging what little you can from inbetween the derelict buildings. It's difficult and you always need to make sure you're not seen by any of the bigger...things, wandering around. But it's the closest you have to a functional living nowadays.

Outside of that, you either stay safely tucked away beneath the feet of the things up above or you're out searching for any scraps of knowledge regarding the World Before or even better, any survivors. Because you've been around this long and you've yet to see any. Which bodes ill.

But enough waxing poetical about the apocalypse. There are more important matters to concern yourself with. Namely: Who are you?