Few remember how the tribes became, but it is no mystery for Lich.

In the days following the war's outbreak, many around the world lost trust in their respective governments. Some religious communities tantamount to cults decided to escape society and live in giant walled off plots of land, which came out to not be a useless endeavor.

One organization predicted the fall, and it was called the Blue Suns. Its head preacher moved all members into a bunker in the middle of a forest long before the war started. Once the war ended, they rushed inside the bunker and waited out the radiation.

After waiting for a year, they left their house and saw that the small town they built around it was destroyed.

Twelve years later, they are a small, but growing society. Neither rich nor poor, the Blue sun tribe (as they are called now) was filled with hardworking people, who knew very little of the world outside.

Meaning that they were prime targets for New Angolan slavers.

At least that's what Lich took out of an hour-long lesson about the tribe's creation, since he wasn't inclined on believing that the founder had god-given mystical powers.

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“How many of you were born before moving here?” Lich asked. He wanted to guess how recessed this society was.

“Only elders remember the big outside. Six of them are still alive. We hear only stories from those who visit like you.” A skimpily clothed fit woman answered. Most of her tanned skin covered in Yellow tattoos was exposed, since the dress she wore did not even cover her breasts. Instead, it could be described as a makroskirt, starting under the chest, and going down to the knees. It also had no material on the sides, revealing her hips.

It was not a suit designed with usefulness in mind, but Lich (thanks to the woman's body) did not mind the fact.

“Can I see the one of the el—”

“I'm sorry, but no. Only Red Suns can meet elders. I am a Yellow Sun myself, meaning that I am lowest rank, below Red and Blue.” Being a Yellow Sun, she had no authority to arrange meetings between outsiders and elders. “We counted how many tree jumpers you killed, and this is how much we pay.”

A man walked up to them. Unlike the woman, he was dressed in a thin robe that covered his whole body. It was white, and had red markings on it.

“Here it is.” He gave Lich a syringe. It had a single working lightbulb at the back. It was boiler.

Lich was paid for killing monkeys that harassed the Blue Sun tribe, which he did accidentally while just walking through the forest.

“Thanks, I'm out.” He left the tribe, while stabbing the needles into each other in his syringes. With one more boiler shot, he was increasingly more ready to brave the nightmare of the Jungle. “You come too.”

He pulled the leash, and a monkey followed. A monkey called George. He was Lich's new friend.