After the war youR people survived mainly from living underground. The sons of outlaw survivalists. Your massive stockpile of food and water has dwindled away a couple years ago and now you wander with your fellow scavengers looking for supply's to stay alive. There are these big snow white lizards with festering red sores all over them all over the place. You are starving so you and the boys kill and grill one. It tastes like mucous and vinegar all fermented together for years with a after-taste of an alcoholics urine. Nasty. You vomit your meal three minutes after eating it and you get really sick. So do the boys. You where twenty strong. By a horrid morning of moaning and puking, sometimes blood, you now are fifteen.