"We can live with our kills if we believe we are fighting mindless creatures with no humanity, programmed to bring about our demise. It makes it easy, even honourable. But if we face a foe who knows of emotion, who once felt human, what then separates us from them?"

Five Survivors coast listlessly through the wastes of Plethora. One simply exists, too mired in the past. One strives to garner as much knowledge as possible, whatever the risks. One boils with hatred, grasping at control always just out of reach. One rejects emotion, though drowning in it. One is right at home in the aftermath of the Purging.
All possess invaluable strengths, but it is their weaknesses that just may prove to be fatal.