The end of the world didn't spare much. London was one of the first places to be destroyed -- hundreds of years of history wiped out in only a few short, horrifying moments. Millions of people died, and many more would be irreverisbly affected for years to come. With devastation came the rebirth of resilience in the people who called this once beautiful city home. Although the city remained largely abandoned for sometime, efforts to rebuild and restore steadily increased. Out of the ashes of death came a new face of freedom: The World Government.
A great wall of steel and stone was built, surrounding the entirety of the city. In time, the World Government, having managed to salvage more technology than anyone had ever done before, managed to establish a new system of government. But with the steady increase of repopulation came new problems. You'd think the end of the world would have made everyone equal, and yet still there was a distinct divide between the people. Eventually, classes began to form; the Citydwellers, who were lucky enough to find a home nearest the center; the Slummers, who frequently found themselves kept far away from the prestigious lifestyles the Citydwellers enjoyed; and the Wallclingers, the ones who were so poor and so overlooked that they had no choice but to venture out into the Wastes just to survive.
But for all its problems, there's no question that being behind the wall is far safer than being beyond it. With the ever-growing threat of Raiders trying to force their way into the city, you'd better be thankful for what you've got. After all, it could be much worse.
THE WORLD GOVERNMENT
Technically, the only people who would truly "live" here are people who have dedicated their lives and services to the World Government. These people are scientists, doctors, and of course politicians. They live in complete oppulence, with an endless supply of food and medicine for themselves and their families (provided they meet the standards.) Getting into this area is no easy feat either -- special passes are required, ranging from specific pieces of paper to fingerprint scanning devices. If you're thinking about trying to smuggle yourself (or anything) into this area, do yourself a favor and don't. It can only end badly for you.
THE UPPER CLASS
Much like the World Government's own special area, the Upper Class citizens enjoy a charmed life. With all the accommodations befitting those deemed lucky enough by fate to have been born into privilege, the Upper Class is generally ignorant of anything beyond their own district. They enjoy a plethora of goods and services only they can obtain, such as fresh foods and coveted, carefully made wines and beers. Unlike the Working or Lower classes, those in the Upper find themselves with the option of working for actual money to be spent on anything they like. Theatre, fashion, food -- you name it, they can get it any time they want.
THE WORKING CLASS
There is no such thing as a true "middle class," not really. The Working Class is honestly the only reason that London remains operational, and the World Government isn't foolish enough to pretend otherwise. Although a step below the Upper Class citizens, it's only in the sense that they are expected and required to work as soon as they come of age -- which is 18, by the way. Working Class citizens are paid with money, of course, but unlike their more privileged counterparts they have to spend their money a bit more wisely. They get their own means of entertainment and other pleasantries, however they are paid a set amount per job. The most important work is typically limited to anything that requires manual labour and are often paid handsomely; others can be as simple as tending a bar or selling food on the streets.
THE LOWER CLASS, AKA THE WALLCLINGERS
You poor bastards. There is almost nothing worse than the Lower Class -- unless, of course, you remember the Wastes are terrible. Living in extreme poverty is no easy task, especially with regards to the end of the world. The people who have been relegated to this status are literally starving, and there's nothing they can do about it. There's no such thing as fresh food here, if you're even lucky enough to get your hands on food. Alcohol is cheap and available by the droves, though, so enjoy all that homemade beer. All the legal work that's available is scarce and as dangerous as it comes, because the World Government needs some 'expendables' to brave the Wastes and such you know. Payment comes in the form of ration cards, to be used for food, medicine, or other essentials -- and there's no way you can ever afford all of those things at one time, mind you. Meanwhile, all illegal work is twice as dangerous, but the payout is much more promising. The question is: would you risk the wrath of the World Government, or risk letting your loved ones starve to death?
UNSAFE & DEAD ZONES
Exactly what it says on the tin, really. These are areas that are highly dangerous, either from consistent attacks by Raiders or further fallout from volatile chemicals left lingering from the war. Typically speaking, only the Very Brave or Very Stupid (or Very Both) find themselves in need of venturing to these areas, where the possibility of finding things of value outweighs common sense. If you're a Wallclinger, chances are that you've heard rumors about people who've gone to these Unsafe or declared Dead Zones only to never return again.
Everyone has to work, right?