A long, long time ago, the entire Earth was consumed in nuclear war. The bombs ravaged the Earth and all of its inhabitants.

Plant and animal life was killed, along with billions of humans. The radiation caused so much to go wrong with the way the world works.

The oceans dried up, and the plate tectonics were messed up so horribly that many pieces of continents broke off and were crushed into soil.

The plates began to move quicker. And quicker. Until they were moving feet a year.

So many humans had died after the war, and many still were. The radiation caused genetic mutations in the humans, making them have shorter and shorter life spans.

By the time the plates crashed together into one giant supercontinent, there were about 50 human beings left on the Earth.

The plates smashed together with such force that they rose mountains that were miles high in a giant ring. The only surviving humans were trapped in this ring of crazy high mountains.

They called this ring "The Basin". They began to attempt to recreate society, creating their own rules, government, and religion.

Then a couple of people contracted a sickness. Over the course of several days, they grew lots of body hair, covering them completely. Their eyes went wild and bloodshot, and they began to get a hunched back.

At the peak of the sickness, the people killed a family member in the dead of night, and fled over the mountains the next morning. They never returned.

To console themselves in this time of darkness, they fitted this sickness into their religion, saying that it was freeing them from the darkness that they had to live in.

Many people have tried to cross the mountains. None have returned.

Until now.