300 years after the Apocalypse came and went, the survivors join wandering gangs called Tribes in a bid for survival in a world without nations. This is the story of one man's struggle in one of the last remaining cities on Earth.
One of you smells of pickles.
Yes, you, you unsanitary freak of nature. I had to deal with your stench all through the ride to work. A little soap and water are good things, damn it. Even those brought up on farms know the value of cleanliness. I hope you drown in a pool of liquid excrement. BATHE, damn you!