Before the world turned to….shit, they were just the late-night crew of Sammy’s Pizza Shack—minimum-wage workers flipping dough, dodging grease burns, and surviving on caffeine and spite. When the bombs fell, they did what they’d always done: kept their heads down, stuck together, and made the best of a bad situation. The city burned above them, but the sewers and tunnels below became their refuge, a labyrinth of shadows where they could outlast the chaos. 

Years passed. What had started as a desperate act of survival slowly evolved into something stranger and more powerful. The crew adapted. They expanded. They rebranded. By the time most surface dwellers had forgotten what fast food even tasted like, the band had built an empire underground. The Pizza Rats were born. They move like...turtles through the old-world tunnels, skimming over the slick filth on heavily modified delivery bikes, their engines whisper-quiet, their tires built to grip the sludge. What was once a delivery route is now a supply chain, a lifeline for those who know how to find them.

• Meat Deluxe: Regular tomato sauce base topped with “protein” of uncertain origin.

• Glow-lic Bread: Flatbread with an alluring bioluminescence.

• Bunker Brew™: A thick, fizzing mystery soda that has remained their best seller.

At the end of the day Pizza Rats meal is more than sustenance. For some its a memory. A bite of the past that whispers, “Remember birthday parties? Sleepovers? The mall?” It didn’t matter that the cheese glowed or the crust tasted like gasoline people kept coming. Because it felt familiar.