The world didn't end the way you think it would, no bombs were dropped and no plague revived the dead. The world just grew so big that one day it all kind of collapsed, first with human infrastructure and then with the ground beneath our feet. A former politician turned cultist grew in power as he snagged the panicking masses into believing the rapture was upon us. Their guiding light was that heaven was open to the living and would take us all once we lightened the load. So once all the non-believers were dead they would ascend to eternal peace; sadly this gathered a massive following so that one wouldn't end up being a non-believer and that most others felt the wrath of gunfire.
That was about three years ago and today I have found the first town in four months that doesn't force me to wear my cult disguise. I wonder what kind of people live here to have survived this long. Maybe I'll meet a girl!
I am looking for a female Rper to join me, let me know if you want to join. Very much like an post-apoc/uncharted. The goal is to find a place to escape the yet to be named cultists, along the way I anticipate that along the way we will become fond of each other and eventually try to repopulate the human race.
It is very late... I cannot sleep... Counting the zombies... They ate the sheep...