A rather large, empty grassland. Seemingly empty, that is. A stray radio signal spreads rumors on the wind of a survivor colony, welcoming anyone who isn't crazy. As long as you're not too much of a freak, you'll probably be okay here... But it's a dog-eat-dog world, even more so amongst the rabble found here. It's less of 'survival of the fittest' and more of 'survival of whoever can avoid getting shanked in the ribs". Their city is constructed mostly of cars and warehouse storage bins, and it keeps them relatively safe from the various hordes of Crazies wandering the Plains.