The Coldest War
To the north of the old University District, a wooded ravine cuts through the ruined city. Once a park, now the bridges that cross the dark, black-leafed forested cut are a danger to all who would blithely cross them. The ravine is home to one, or possibly more tribes of competing cannibal savages. They have no particular name, and they live lives barely above wild beasts, drinking the effluvia of the Black Rain and eating the flesh of people captured in raids, or occasionally each other.
The cannibals of the ravine do appear to have one thing in common, however… a veneration for a leader, or possibly a totemic spirit, that they refer to only as “She.” The venerate “Her” in rites of blood and fornication on the nights of the new moon.