it is the dystopian future. I’m a leather-clad, katana-wielding dominatrix with bootstraps as thick as youre wrist. the only way to save humanity is to establish trade routes through zombie-infested wastes. They took away our free market and the mbumes became complacent, like dogs laping at the government trough. Now i must horde wealth for myself and contorl all the supply lines so that this travesty may never happen again…