In the apocalypse, one might have assumed that the surviving humans would naturally band together.
There was safety in numbers, after all.
Perhaps they had during the earliest days, but the moment the differences between survivors became more distinct, the inherent darkness in the human heart emerged in many.
The estate Timi lived in was no exception.
There were ordinary survivors, and then there were the powerful.
Timi belonged to the latter group.
It was why a sixteen-year-old could be addressed as Lord without anyone finding it particularly strange.
It hadn't always been this way.
Before awakening, Timi had merely been one of the stronger and more ruthless survivors around.
"I wonder what that bastard wants from me."
Timi continued walking, his expression darkening slightly.
"It seems I really need to get out of here soon."
It wasn't that Timi was afraid of the settlement's leader.
The old man was a powerful Esper, but Timi was confident he could defeat him.
