There is no honor among thieves.
Until the end of the world, that is.
You walked out of the doors of the Phoenix, AZ Branch of the Bank of America $15,000,000 richer, and into the darkest days of your lives. While you were helping yourselves to the bank’s money, nuclear warheads were touching down around the globe. Chaos has spread through the streets, and only the fit survive in the aftermath of the nuclear strike. Most communication is gone; cell phones and the internet no longer receive signals, leaving radiowaves and land-line communication relatively intact. You have no idea what’s coming next, but it’s sure to be trouble.