Into the Wasteland - A Dystopian Journey

I blink into awareness in a clinically clean hallway, surrounded by tangerine-garbed murderers and psychopaths. I have no idea who I am or why I'm a part of this Hell-bound group. A guard in riot gear hands me a Ruger double-action revolver. I'm told if I can make it through the no-man's-land alive, I might have a chance at amnesty. All I have to do is trek the two-hundred-and-fifty miles north...