There is a little town in the desert of New Mexico called Stygian. But something terrible has happened to the poor little town. It's been hit by a nuclear bomb. Bodies lay across the sand, victims of a vicious disaster. A lot of people are dead, hundreds in fact. But many are still alive and they'll have to fight to stay that way. The government isn't doing anything. Some people are even saying they were the ones who caused it. But in a town, isolated with no authority: there are different sides you can take.

You can stick together. At a little makeshift base survivors of the blast live together. Doctors with little to no medical equipment attempt to save lives. Others go out around the country to look for resources to bring back. You can help make life civil, stable, or you can turn the other way.

You can fight for power. Join the group of people in Stygian willing to do anything it takes to get what they need. They kill others for medicine, food, whatever. You can help make life difficult and do whatever it takes to get your way.

A town is left in disaster. Many have already left. But others have nowhere to go. They're miles away from anywhere. Their families are injured and cannot be moved. The place where they grew up has now fallen. The memories are all shattered.

The rest of the country is completely oblivious to it all. As far as they are concerned Stygian, New Mexico has never existed. How long would you last, in a town of chaos?

Ethan felt a grin grow across his face, as she said, That's because you were smack dab in front of me. And making a lot of noise, of course. Then he said, "Well, I'll do anything for my ball." But he was laughing and his smile grew even bigger as she prodded him on the shoulder.

"I wish I could play some sort of musical instrument..." "But of course, we can't all be perfect. I've settled with art." Ethan nodded. "It's hard work and I agree no one is perfect. He paused thinking of his reactions to his parents, he knew he could have done something different, but he didn't. At school and around people he seemed perfect but that was probably because he was good at hiding his problems. "You are an artist?" he asked hearing her say that she had settled with art. That was something he was lacking him, a lot.

Ethan smiled to her as she sat up again and his smile grew even bigger as she said, You mean, as a date sort of thing? He pushed back some of his hair and said, "Yeah. Why not?" His eyes rested on her face as she pulled out her air from her pony-tail. She was so gorgeous, How far away is Friday? He said almost desperately.

Mabelle nodded her head as the girl said her name, Bailey. She would remember that, she could remember names easily for some reason. Then she went on to talk about school. You know that thing that every kid has to go to but hates? The reason for all the misery in a teen's life? Yeah, you know what I am talking about. Yeah, I do, actually. That must be why you look so familiar...I'm a senior. You don't look much younger, actually. Mabelle nodded again and said, Junior. I probably pass you in the hall.

It was quiet between them for a little while before another song came on. This time it was Soulja Boy by the one and only Soulja Boy. What was it with these songs? Some people just loved them when others hated them. Mabelle smiled as she heard the song, she was one of those people who liked this song. "You know this song right? Let's go." she said to Bailey taking a step toward the dance floor. Of course a song like this just had to have a dance to go with it.