The end of the world didn't happen all that long ago.

It couldn't be blamed on just one thing. Cities were wiped off the map by meteors, countries were ravaged by nuclear ordnance, and that was before the monsters showed up. Banks, offices, the government - all of it ground to a screeching halt once people realized the only currency that could be relied on anymore was shelter, food, water, clothing, and of course, weapons.

During all of this, someone showed up. The Postman isn't human. He's not even sure whether he was human to start with, but he knows one thing with certainty.

The mail must be delivered.

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(Summary is a WIP.)