You were just minding your own business, searching the post-apocalyptic landscape for scraps to survive off for another few days, when suddenly a dark shadow loomed over you. As you turned in fear to look at what would probably be your doom at the claws of whatever dead zone monstrosity had caught you unawares you felt a crack across the back of your head, then nothing as your consciousness slipped away…

 

You wake up in what appears in your concussed and panicked glances to be a dungeon. You look down and there’s an antique-looking manacle around your right ankle with a large keyhole.

You tug on it. It holds firm.

You look around for anything to free yourself with.