A century and a half of survival sorted humanity into four shapes. No laws, only power, and the crew you run with is the only biography that matters out here. Choose carefully, because the Zone remembers.
“Cooperation is the only way back.”
They believe cooperation is the only way forward. They build, trade and form alliances. Fragile idealists, or the only sane people left. Depends who you ask.
AlignShow up to a settlement, pull your weight, and don't knife the people feeding you.
“Trust nothing past the wall.”
Isolated in fortified compounds, they trust no one outside their walls. Scarcity taught them that a stranger's smile is just a strategy.
AlignEarn a place behind the walls, or raise your own and let no one through the gate.
“Everything has a price. Even safety.”
Old vets who turned survival into a trade. They escort scavengers through Zee-heavy zones for coin, fuel or favors. Some keep a crude code. Some don't.
AlignSell your gun and your knowledge, keep your word (or don't), and never run a job for free.
“Let the world build. We collect.”
They take what others build, agitate Zee swarms into camps on purpose, then pick the wreckage. Living proof that some people choose to be the monster.
AlignPick a crew, pick a target, and accept that everyone out there wants you dead.
Allegiances shift like the territory. Today's ally is next week's ambush. Whatever you choose, choose fast.