[b]In the Ruins of what might have been a bunker//New York[/b]

Between the rubble and dust, there was a humming. Not a loud noise, the weak sound of some electronic machinery. Than suddenly there was a louder noise. A few rats ran away. The sound of something opening. 
A relic of times long past opened itself, a testament to human science. But only a corpse was inside. The next capsule opened, but nothing else, the third capsule however seemed to be working. It opened and gave the life starting shock to the human inside. A young woman, still in the capsule took her first breath in years...

[b]At the Bargha Tribe[/b]

Tandom sat outside his tent, a strong wind was blowing and it was cold. The winter would be coming soon. The shaman of the Bargha just read the fallen leaves. The Omrojo tribe was the one who cursed Tandom he said. It made sense. They would attack. Tandom was strong but the curse was making him weak. [color=0054a6]"Omrojo must have powerful witches."[/color], Tandom looked at the leaves. The spirits of the wind do not lie, the Omrojo wanted his tribe. He could try to talk to them. Perhaps. 
[color=0054a6]"The Omrojo hunt our deer and pick our plants. They need to leave or we make them."[/color], he said to the other elders. [color=0054a6]"They will curse that they ever met us if they dare to attack!"[/color]