Over a hundred years ago a virus swept the world, killing millions. A vaccine was eventually found but with so many dead and the world's economy in ruins the local governments had no choice but to privatise as much as they could just to get everything up and running again.

The major corporations took no time in buying up everything. Most of the major city centres become privately owned by the corporations, as per their agreements they set aside areas of low cost housing, but they separated these off from the city centres and invested very little in them. These areas became NoGo Zones (NGZ's) which were rife with poverty, drugs and prostitution while the City Centres (CC's) were heavily invested in and protected by the Corps that owned them.

The older suburbs and countryside were of little interest to the corps so these rapidly fell in to ruin and were reclaimed by the wilderness or roving gangs of road warriors and gypsies who couldn't afford to even live in the NGZ's.

As a newly formed group of mercenaries for hire you have been contacted for you first job, a raid on a warehouse to get a brand new microchip for a competitor of the company that made it. Seems like easy money and a nice way to start off what is sure to be a lucrative career for you all.

You claw your way out of the shallow grave you were buried in, spitting bugs and dirt from your mouth. You are flesh and whatever injury ended your life seems to have healed. But you feel no heartbeat, have no pulse and your skin is cold to touch. You stumble through the desert, drawn by some unheard call. For hours or maybe days you walk, time a blur. Apart from the wild animals which are vivid rainbow colours the world is still and grey to your eyes. Finally you find yourself at an old dead tree, blasted by lightning many years past. There are others standing nearby, they look in a similar state to you, dirty, dishevelled maybe buried for days. From behind the tree walks a young girl, her skin is grey and her eyes sunken. She wears a tattered white dress and a simple noose of rope hangs from her neck and drags along the floor behind her.

She beckons for you to come closer and as you do she whispers to you...