Please read this plot, it may assist you in making your character bios, and be helpful with future rpging.

It all started when the bombs began to fall. They seemed to just spiral from the sky, appearing from no-where. One atomic bomb for each city in England, maybe even the world. The only warning given from the deadly weapons was a high-pitched buzzing, before they hit. That explained the howls of stricken pets, warning of doom, but it only killed people faster, as they ran from their houses. The only people to survive were the lucky. The ones in their cellars, safe underground, or the ones that were far from any city. The terror was unbearable, it squealed in the streets, scratching at doors and breathing death into many bodies. Sometimes it was quick, and sometimes it was slow. What mattered in the end though, was that it was there. Death. In great numbers people died, not just from the actual explosions, but from the houses they hid in, the houses that they ran to for protection. These man-made structures turned against their inhabitants and fell. Fell right down.

Once the blasts had gone, the shock had gone, dribbles of life began to inch from the rubble in various places. Some people were lucky enough to live far away from the cities. They were fine. Some were lucky enough to have cellars. They were fine, for the most part. The rest; not so good. Many people lost their lives, the others lost their families and their loved ones. They lost their homes and they lost everything, except of course their existance.

As realisation dawned upon people, the fact that they needed to survive, they began to form groups. Little gangs that gave eachother hope, a reason to live. It was like having a commuity again, but this time a community who relied upon eachother for survival. There were many factors to deny these hardy citizens that chance of living; 1) The water supply was only to be found in certain houses which hadn't been damaged so badly.
2) Food. There were a few stocks to be dug from the rubble of buried shops, but that would run out. To grow food ment good soil. This soil had a radioactive layer on it's surface, it was unlikely that crops would survive. Sometimes they did, sometimes they didn't.
3) Shelter from the elements. And in Winter, it really did become cold.
4) Illness could easily spread in these hostile conditions. With barely any medication it was hard to treat any sort of ailment.

So life was hard, but these people of Murcada were not going to give up that easily. And this population was going to survive.

You will role-play up to three characters, showing their journey through hardships, following their life, love, survival, family, and how they cope in this daunting situation.