Safety is merely a suggestion, survival is king. Years ago - the people who actually know long dead or left - the world was beautiful, opulent, and full of life before It happened. No one know what It was, but it wiped the planet completely clean, leaving a fine white sand behind.
Poetic enough? Good, because we're done with that and onto what actually matters - living.
Sprinkled within the fine sands are remnants of the population who refused to die. Among them are the following cities discovered by various explorers of the realm.
The remains of an overturned train, the people of Rail have enjoyed a stockpile worthy of kings. They have miles of train cars carrying pre-cataclysm food, sundries and soft drinks. These are horded and traded among the elite, but all recognize the man who must have made it possible, the only thing discovered that had a human image, the greatest Chef, Boyardee. They have elevated him to an enlightened teacher, he who feed them with a saucy meaty taste that you never out grow. They have established a faith around helping others (As the cans told the legend of the man who tried to feed the world), feeding those who come to them and hoping they can spread the joy and compassion that they have found. The tribal structure revolves around their leader Beef Noodle, who is an elected official rules with the Head Chef (The Head of the Cult of Boyardee) a kind of religious leader. The current head of the faith is Ravioli Linguini a stern but deeply faithful man. This balance is wrought with difficulties especially with the “Weeping Death” now appearing on the tribesmen.
There are some who believe they hold sacred relics of the old age and demand sacrifice to enjoy what have. These (The Followers of Ravioli Linguini) demand a show of faith, they believe only the chosen should be able to taste the sacred sauce. They demand tribute or a sign that you are worthy.