Graywolf

Don't remember much. I'm standing on a huge hill that has been formed into a series of plateaus by the group of survivors that I'm with. Some people are cultivating the land, sewing seeds and such, some are putting tarps on big poles up as roofs, everyone is milling about being productive. We know that soon, whatever turned us from "citizens" to "survivors" is coming back. Morale is tentatively high as we look how far we've come and say to ourselves that we can fend off the next attack.

At some other point, I'm facing off against the evil one-on-one in an eight bit version of Super Smash Brothers.