A shotgun blast rang out through the vast wilderness, as a muscular man with sky blue eyes and a flowing black beard walked up to the bloodied elk he had just shot. Taking a knife, he skinned it and tore chunks from it's body, loading them into a handmade sack lined with stolen wax paper.
Before humanity was conquered, he was Colin Greys, an ordinary gamer guy, raised by a Navy man and trained in gunslinging by his late grandfather. He had quested alongside the Survivalists, a group who once hoped to end the bimbo invasion. He had become a master of multiple sword styles, a multitude of firearms, wildness survival (duh), and had gained access to secret government tech that had been saved for the members of Congress incase the plague hit Washington DC: nanites that blocked out the virus whilst keeping the host from aging.
With his pack full, the man now known as Nomad (the Nomad Killer by the bimbo society due to his tendency to kill bimbos to steal things and the fact he never seemed to stay in one place for long) walked off into a thick grove of brush. He went into a run down old house and began cooking the meat he had harvested.
"They'll find us out here, you know." said a translucent version of his younger self, brought about via emotional trauma that made his personality split.
"Let them." Nomad said, "I have fought bimbos for a century, and even when pursued I still fight."
"CAN'T YOU SEE IT OLD MAN?" the split half said, "OUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS ARE GONE! THE JUNK WE ENJOYED EATING AND THE THING THAT DEFINED US THE MOST IS GONE! THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO FIGHT FOR! HUMANITY.... HAS....LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST!"
"ENOUGH!" Nomad shouted, slamming his fist into the nearby stolen radio.
"Breaking News: Scientists have created a means to turn back the clock!" a female voice said from the radio.
"Oh joy, more beauty cream ads." Colin said.
"With the discovery of temporal distortion." this caught the attention of both halves. "We can dial back the aging process, no longer dealing with aging skin as we get older, we can stay young, sexy, and lively forever!"
Nomad got closer, "Now handle this system with caution." another woman's voice said in a german accent "Should the system's temporal energy be overclocked, it won't just send you back to your twenties... you'll be sent back in time itself!"
BACK IN TIME ITSELF.
Nomad paused, took the fresh elk steaks off the grill, ate, and headed to the archives where the Survivalists kept historical documents and records of the bimbocalypse, in which he found the information on the Horde of Eve, the first bimbo horde to gather. The town was Stockholm Switzerland, and the date was the 11th of june.
"Why are you looking at..." Colin paused and put a spectral hand over his mouth and Nomad wrote down the town in which this temporal youth station was. With further calculations, he wrote a date a whole week before the Horde of Eve emerged.
"You're seriously doing this?" Colin asked. Nomad opened up a 12 foot by 12 foot makeshift armory piled with swords, sheilds, and every bullet that was left in North America piled to the ceiling.
"Are you insane? If the bimbos catch you in their city..... BAM! BAM! BAM! GAME OVER!" Colin yelled. Of course anybody else besides Nomad would've heard nothing.
The man geared up in hefty metallic armor, loaded guns and ammo galore onto an armored motorcycle, and sat upon it. He opened a garage door via a lever and said:
"For the future, the true future of humanity, we must get there. We have to go back to the past and end it before it can begin. For everyone we cared for, and those we lost."
Nomad revved up and drove out of the forest towards a distant port city....