When the collapse came upon them, no one was ready. Forests and cities burning uncontrollably, tsunamis ravaging harbours globally, earthquakes splitting the ground beneath their feet. Humans and animals alike were left scrambling for survival, and any idea of the life they had before was lost to simple survival, leaving no room for comfort or camaraderie. This went on for a very long time, day into night, into days of wandering through a broken and silent world.

From the alleyways of an overgrown city there’s a difference, though. Music echoes off the cold stone and moss -the deep groans of a viola, a singing harmonica, and the steady beat of an old snare drum- all leading to the makeshift camp that smelled of simmering meat and cumin. A group of young deviants made a home for themselves here, and thus a spark of joy was lit in the world after the collapse. (A work in progress pack :3)