So, imagine the atmosphere of a distant and bleak future. After a devastating nuclear war, people move in large caravans, through water and sand deserts that look lifeless, but store a lot of dangers and exude poisonous gas. People move between the remaining megacities to trade and exchange , somehow supporting the heartbeat of the remnants of the human race. The action takes place in one of the sandy deserts. By that time, for the convenience of moving goods, people, using the meager remnants of technical achievements of the past, carry goods on flying iron zeppelins, the direction of which is set by the caravan itself, to which the flying tractors are fastened with iron cables. In conditions of constant danger, people can like and defend their cars with spikes, flame throwers and small arms. But this is not always saves from many post-apocalyptic creatures, and especially from the winged Sand Hunters, who, surrounded by hundreds of birds attack caravans, burn the ropes of the tractor with their Napalm and carry it to his lair with those who guard him, and the remains of the caravan will be the prey of the tribes expelled into the desert, who patiently and coolly watching the outcome of the battle with the winged hunters.