Due to a catastrophic explosion, caused by a failed experiment, the known world was fractured. Space was torn open and abominations never before seen or heard of flooded the land. Humanity tried to fight back but the seemingly immortal beings couldn't be stopped.  That was years ago. Humanity now survives in splintered groups of villages or bands of marauders, existing on the edge of the once known world. These people live in fear, reduced to picking off the remains of their once great civilization. The ones responsible for this duty are the scavengers, brave souls who scour the rotting skeletons of humanity's past to try and rebuild elsewhere. Chase is a scavenger, a good one if he had a say in it. Though Chase rarely has a say in anything so he prefers to keep quiet. As a new type, he's not well liked in his village, though he doesn't really understand why. Besides his ability barely qualifies him as a new type, that was until he hit his limit and didn't stop.   I don't own cover. JonasDeRo did it.   This is one of my first stories, so constructive criticism is appreciated. Go easy on me guys my heart is fragile.