You look around: towering, disheveled skyscrapers loom over you and the rest of the collapsed city, overgrown by lush plant life; rusty dead cars sit in an everlasting traffic jam amongst the old cracking roads, skeletons hanging limply from open doors and windows. Ahead, a humanoid being hops onto one of the cars, growling and snarling as rust flurries out from under its feet. It has an absence of eyes, but snorts and sniffs with a large piggish nose, and needle-sharp teeth line its jaws. It is devoid of clothing, and its grey skin sags dryly. Long, spindly limbs and digits grasp the car, large claws leaving scars among the metal under its feet. It is only a normal, mutated denizen of Sector-2. It sweeps its head around, chortling as it sniffs. Its head then shoots up and it faces toward you, snarling. It has noticed you. It clambers off of the car and starts to lope toward you, clawed hands and feet flailing in fury.