Clan / House Skyline

Several months before ordinary life gave way to the social breakdown had been one of preparing.
The survivalists left their homes and travelled to their secret bases deep in the rural lands. Well prepared and ready for what was to come. The homesteading farmers and wealthy, already well armed and prepared ‘bugged-in’ and fortified.
For most of the youth there was partying a crazy hedonistic groove like there was no tomorrow.
The ordinary folk worked as normal, reckoning it to pass like all things pass.
Then there were the car owners, criminals, boy-racers, tuners, chavsters and other car owners who saw the gradual descent as a time of opportunity and change in the winds of fortune.
Then there was BC;Big Chief, the man with a plan and someone with the gleam of the eccentric in his eye. He was forwarned by his mystery Benefactor months in advance. At first he refused to believe it. Then he too slowly realised, it was time for action!
Just in time he’d had his a complex of Skylining bought and paid for by the mysterious benefactor who advised him on the ways.
“Keep away from the cities, especially the big ones.” He’d been warned. “They’ll be hostile unless you’re in with the criminality factions.”
“This place will be where you can stay in safety with you and your people. How many do you intend to bring to this place?”
“It depends on how many answer the call. It could be thousands.” BC shrugged.
“That’s too many for now, this place is best for no more than two-hundred to three-hundred.”
“Then we’ll expand it to fit our numbers.”
“I leave it in your hands then, good luck and keep to the path I’ve showed you.” With that the Benefactor left as he had came. No-one ever saw him again, he’d returned overseas, some say to India, others to Tibet.
Well stocked with provisions and some of the tools necessary for working on the legendary machines he overlorded BC got to work...