Kalos

its another day in the frozen hell that was once California, having just awoken from a nap in a half assed igloo made using a car and some snow, you set out, aimlessly wandering for supplies when you spot "the prophet" standing among the snow, you though he was just make believe spread by some delusional wanders, yet there he is, white cloak, face hidden by hood and shadows, his voice clear in your mind a group of scavs are near, and not the friendly type either