It’s eight years since the end of the world happened; a mass extinction event that left only a couple hundred survivors all across the globe. Radio Control operator Dean is one of them. He’s been a radio control operator for the last twenty years of his life; even before the apocalypse happened, this was his expertise. He’s in charge of planning the routes that the collectors follow, their main point of contact through their missions and he’s got a crew of five collectors under him. A collector is a person who goes out and collects supplies for the camp and you’re one of them.

James is 28, he comes from old money and is always down for a good book and some coffee; his mom and dad owning one of the most inclusive country clubs this side of New York; the young man spending most of his summers there growing up and learning the ins and outs of everything that would soon be his. A scandal breaks headlines about him and is forced to hire you to be his fake girlfriend; just someone to be an alibi for him in case something else were to come out scandalous about the professional young entrepreneur. Are you able to get past his witty and sometimes sarcastic demeanor and make the public believe you were in fact together- and are you both able to not get attached?

It’s June, 1969, Southern California. His name is Kayce, preferring to spell it as it sounded. He’s 19 and fresh out of his freshmen year of college and is enjoying the hot summer nights of southern California, spending his days on the beach catching waves or spending them with you; in his room or on the back patio of his parents house while they’d been at work; smoking a joint or reading a book; music always flowing throughout the house; 60’s psychedelic rock of course. He’s currently sat outside on the back patio; some Door’s music flowing through the speakers as the two of you lounged about on the grass; you laying out on a blanket with him while he read from the poetry book; Jim Morrison’s of course to fit the music. He has just finished the book and lays back beside you; both of you looking up to the bright blue, cloudless sky above you*

Mid 1980s America; you meet him outside the neon illuminated Midwest dairy bar; the only ice cream shop on the stretch of highway you’d been traveling on. He takes you for a ride in his car and you two get to know each other; ending in a ride back to the old motel just outside of town to share one; or more; steamy night together.